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the dinner

DING DONG

"Ahhh!!" Kris screamed, startling her dads. Ever since she got home that day, she had been a straight up mess. This dinner had to be perfect and she needed everything up to par.

Barking around orders and scrambling to set things up, she forced her dads to clean the already clean house and shower for their second time that day. Having already decided on making pasta as their meal, she began to scrounge for the ingredients. Pulling the pasta, the sauce and more from the different cabinets and shelves in the fridge, it was amazing how she didn't break or drop anything. And in the midst of this Italian chaos, she was vacuuming with her "free" hand.

Like I said: a straight up mess.

But somehow in someway, she managed to get everything ready before anyone arrived. She already had her sage green dress on and light makeup. Her hair curled and sitting beautifully on her shoulders. She was more than ready, but that didn't stop her from screaming and panicking at the sound of the doorbell.

"Jesus, Kris," Jason muttered, rubbing his ear in attempts to stop it from ringing. "I know you're excited, but, please, stop screaming."

Kris straightened herself out, well as straight as she can be, before apologizing to her pops.

"Hey, Banshee." She looked over to her dad who was leaning on the island in the kitchen, amusingly watching the scene in front of him. "How about you go answer the door?"

The door. The reason for her screaming. She almost forgot.

"Right..... The door," Kris started. Henry and Jason shared a knowing look as they knew what was about to unfold. This was nothing new and a very much Kris thing to do. When she's nervous, she stalls. And when she stalls, she rambles, a lot. Exhibit A:

"That piece of wood standing between us and whoever's on the other side. But why door? Like who decided that that's what we should call it. I mean, if you ask me, I see less door and more opener and/or closer. Cause you know, depending on where you are, it either opens or closes. What's the word for something that opens and closes? We should call it that instead."

"It's door," Henry responds, having made his way over to his husband.

"Oh," Kris deflated. "Well-"

Jason cut her off. "Kris. Door."

"Yea, okay." Kris begrudgingly walked over to the door and took a deep breath. She grabbed the knob and opened it with a smile on her face. "Hey!" she greeted immediately, expecting to see Gina.

"Hey!" they greeted back. Kris' smile turned into a scowl as she recognized that it wasn't Gina on her doorstep. In fact, it was her best friend, Tyler.

"Oh, it's you," Kris glared. She stepped back inside the house, leaving the door open and expecting Tyler to follow her in, which he did.

"Ouch," Tyler winced at her lack of excitement. "Really know how to make a guy feel special. You really need to work on your people skills."

"Hi, Tyler," Henry greeted his daughter's best friend. "Come grab a seat. Food is almost done, but we have some chips if you're hungry."

"Thank you, Mr. Baur. See," he looked at Kris and gestures to her dad. "That's how you welcome someone."

Kris rolled her eyes at Tyler's teasing. "Sorry, Ty. I just thought that you were Gina."

"I'm being summoned?"

All heads snapped to the still ajar door. There stood Gina in all her glory.

"Gina!" Kris exclaimed. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment at being caught talking about said girl. "Glad you could make it. Come in."