London's Guard Is Falling Down

𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

[𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒]

𝐈 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑
London. My mother came in the dining room and placed the dish with salmon in it in the middle of the table, right under the crystal chandelier. She placed the dish of yellow rice next to the salmon.

  I gagged looking at the cooked sea creature.

  My mom called my father and London to come and eat. I took my usual spot next to my mother, my dad sat at the head of the table, and mother sat next to him, in between my father and I. London sat across from me in Brooke's spot.

  "Uh, that's Brooklyn's chair," I said when he sat.

  "Well, is Brooklyn here?" He looked up at me.

  "No."

  "Okay, so, for tonight, I'm sitting here. And when Brooklyn comes back, she can have her seat. Sound good?" There was a dash of a arrogance in his voice.

  I just turned around and took my seat. We began eating.

  "Diane, this is really good. Thank you."

  "It's actually Mrs. Haven," I told London.

  London's eyes went to my dad, he then smiled to himself. I turned to my dad who gave me a reprimanding look.

  "It's okay," Mom muttered to me.

  I poked and prodded at my salmon, wondering why the hell I put it on my plate, all while my parents and London were making small talk I did not listen to.

  "P, tell London about about your school," my dad insisted.

  I looked up from my plate at London who was staring at me with 'waiting eyes'. One of his eyebrows raised slightly but quickly went back to its old position.

  "It's an okay school, I guess. If you have a good friend group then you're going to be okay. Umm, but the teachers are pretty annoying, they give you hella assignments and then they tell us to make sure our mental health is okay. As if they're not the reason some kids' mental health isn't fucked up . . . They also get on students about dress code, like, this senior came to school wearing thongs, I honestly thought she looked good, plus her hair was done nice. Anyways, the principal gave her ISS for it. But it's like, she's a senior, she's an adult, leave that girl alone . .  ."

  London nodded a few times. "Hm," he murmured.

  "Paris, when I said tell him about your school, I meant clubs, sport, things like that," Dad said.

  "Oh, well. There are sports. You should join them." I didn't know what my mom wanted me to say.

  Dinner went on with just Mom and London making small talk, again, I didn't listen. He offered to help Mom wash the dishes, in which she politely declined. After dinner I took a long shower and changed into a big a tee-shirt that covered my most of my thighs. No shorts, no bra (I had panties on obviously.)

  On the way to my room I passed the extra bedroom which was London's room, his door was ajar.

  "Finally done?" I did a 360° turn and the door to his room all the way.