Change for Me?

Dinner Date?

Authors Note

Hope you enjoy this chapter

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After asking if anyone wanted pizza, the night turned into a free-for-all; I ended up waking up that morning in a pool of sour skittles.

“Uh—Honey? Why is your room covered in skittles?” my Mom asks, walking into my room with a questioning look on her face.

“I-I am not sure… How did I get home last night? I don’t remember driving,” actually I don’t remember anything after eating that cookie.

“Thea, her boyfriend, Tanner, and a really attractive man named—what was his name?” she mutters to herself, acting as if the world will implode if she doesn’t remember his name.

“Kolby?” I offer helpfully, not sure if that was actually who it was.

“Kolby! Yes, that was his name. How come you have never had him over before? He is so handsome!” she squeals, perfectly mimicking a thirteen year old girl; instead of acting like the forty year old woman she is.

“For one: I just met him last night; Second: he is twenty years old,” I tell her, hoping she will leave so I can call Thea and see what happened last night.

“Exactly he is only twenty, you better snatch him up before another woman comes along and steals him away,” looking at her as if she is crazy.

“Steals him away? I don’t understand how that would be stealing him away—we are not in a relationship; and besides, shouldn’t you be warning me away from him? Telling me that he only wants one thing?”

“He seemed to be a very well-rounded gentleman, much better than all of those boys at your school,” she says, bending down to help pick up some of the skittles from off of the floor.

“Very well-rounded gentleman,” I mock, quietly, “Did you even speak to him? Or are you just assuming?”

“I did speak to him; I spoke to him as he carried you up to your room. You just looked so cute, all snuggled up against his chest!”

“What do you mean, ‘As he carried me to my room’?” I ask her, becoming flustered.

“You fell asleep at the bowling alley, so he drove you home in your car, and carried you up to your room; it was the sweetest thing I have ever seen. I swear if I was younger, the things I would do to him,” she says, in a creepy voice, and laughing slightly.

“Mom, you had better be joking; he is young enough to be one of your kids--”            

“Of course I am joking, mostly,” she says in a quiet tone, “Either way though, he is so perfect for you; that is why I offered to let him come over for dinner tonight.”

“Wait, why did you invite him over for dinner?”              

“He said that he and his brother were new to the state and that he hadn’t had time to get to know anyone around his age, so I offered for him and his family to come over for dinner tonight,” she says, smiling at the fact that she has somehow found a way to once again set me up with someone that she hardly knows—that I hardly knew.

“So his entire family is coming over for dinner tonight? Does Dad know that we are entertaining guests tonight; do you even know what you are making for dinner tonight?” I ask trying to make it clear that, on a whim, she has invited over an entire family… and she hadn’t thought over any of this.