15-The guy that met the parents.

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I stopped in front of her house.

“You can let go now.” I say smugly.

She quickly unwraps her arms from my waist and gets off the motorcycle.

“Thanks.” She mutters flustered.

“You’re welcome.” I smile.

“We need to work on the project Vincent,please make an effort.” She pleads.

I sigh. “Fine.I’ll try.”

“That’s not good enough,but i’ll take it.”

Just as she was turning around to leave a woman came out the door.

“Annabelle!” she shouts happily.

“Mom?!”Annabelle looked shocked at first,but then a smile crept up her face as she ran to her mother.They were on the porch hugging it out.I’ve never seen Annabelle so happy,it felt like  suddenly any worry she had,had disappeared. 

She looked so much like her mother.They had the same bright blue eyes and oval face,probably the same hair color but I couldn’t know for sure since her mom was wearing a headscarf.Then it dawned on me,Annabelle’s mom was suffering of cancer. She had told once when were at my house.

“Mom what are you doing here?” Annabelle says when she finally get’s off her mom’s tight embrace.

“I thought I would surprise you,the hospital said I could come visit.”Her mom finally sees me. “Oh and who is this fine young man?Have you been getting kinky while I was gone?” Her mom eyes me,then her daughter.

Annabelle’s face is tomato red and I can’t help but chuckle. The thought of Annabelle getting kinky with anyone was just too funny.

“Mom,this is Vincent Hale and i would never ever get kinky with him.”She squints her eyes at me. Woah,Taylor Swift,I would never get kinky with you neither.

“Vincent Hale huh? Are you by any chance George and Lissa’s kid?”

“Yes,yes I am.”

She claps. “Oh that’s wonderful! I haven’t seen them in so long. Please come in and have dinner with us.”She smiles.

I was about to decline when Annabelle  beat me to it.

“Umm,mom I think we should keep it only between us,plus Vincent probably has other things to do.”She tells to her mom before turning to me. “Am I right Vincent?”She asks me the rhetorical question through gritted teethes.

I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to annoyer BMN or as I now call her Mrs.Uptight. “No actually,i’m all yours.” I smile widely.

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