The Beast Next Door

Night 36

-Kaydan's P.O.V-

Christian releases my hands and places his on his knees panting. "Start over. I messed up."

I loved seeing him getting so worked up over this.

I walk over to my phone and pause the song. I had 6 missed texts from Kaleb, 8 from Kyle, and two calls from each of my parents."Christian, we've been at this for 30 minutes," I open my phone and send a family text.

I'll see you in a second. Hang on.

"Last time," he breathes.

I grin. "Go take a shower! You are sweaty!"

"But-"

"Christian! We'll try again tomorrow!"

He groans audibly but does as I say. I wait for him to walk up the stairs and enter his bathroom. Once the water starts I head for the kitchen.

He's obviously forgotten about my parents being here...which might be a good thing?

I open the fridge and grab honey Greek yogurt. I slap it onto the counter and close the fridge, then I reach for the cabinet and grab my favorite bowl. It had bluefish on the side, and the ocean stopped at a cactus.

What? It's contemporary...I think.

Once I finish slopping the yogurt into my bowl I put it back in the fridge, trading it out for a fruit cup. I then grab a cup from the sink and transfer the juice into it, then top my yogurt with the fruit. Perfect. I get a spoon from the drawer and sit at the counter, beginning to eat my yogurt. Since I'm in a rush, I finish it in 5 minutes, place my bowl in the sink, and leave once I fill it with water.

I step to the left, stop at my door, then knock twice.

"Whoever could that be?" I hear a voice boom.

Lucas clearly fucked something up.

The door opens, and he is staring down at me. "Why, hello there!"

I narrow my eyes at him. "...What the hell did you do?"

"Come in, come in!" He grabs my arm and shuts the door behind me.

My mom locks eyes with me and rushes in for a hug. "Kaydan!" She exclaims squeezing me tightly. "Dove sei stato (Where have you been)? Alles Gute zum Geburtstag (Happy Birthday)! Ti amo! Aš tave myliu! Ich liebe dich! Je t'aime! (I love you! 4x's)" She fires off.

"Mother, mother!" I struggle. "English at me! You know I don't know what you're saying!"

My father walks up to me laughing. "'Where have you been?' 'Happy birthday!' 'I love you...I love you...I love you'...Oh, 'I love you!'" He looks at his wife. "How was that?"

"Magnifique!" My mom continues in her foreign tongue.

I roll my eyes and hug her back, hoping that would cause her to release me. It does...in about 8 more seconds.

When she lets go she holds my shoulders. "What are you wearing?"

My mom was the parent that would curse you in English and love you in any other language offered, instead of the normal ones who do the opposite.