Helloooo everybody!
Yep, it's been a long time and i'm sorry for not updating sooner but....
new chapter!!
I added a picture of what Ariel looks like in the media section, by the way! (Alexis Knapp) Just so you get an image of how I percieve her (:
Well...!!!!
Get reading, hoes.
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My parents were usually very laid-back people when it came to me going out with friends. They gave me a substantial amount of freedom in North Carolina and I wasn't ever restricted from going over to a friends house or to a party.
I guess it was going to be different in Florida.
I stayed paused at the door for what felt like an hour, my parents as quiet as can be, staring at me with dissaproving expressions. They almost looked like carbon-copies of one another. Deep, tired faces with knit eyebrows, arms crossed, and sleepy matted hair.
"Welcome home," Mom finally said. It wasn't the least bit welcoming though. The tension in the room grew stronger and I slowly shut the front door and turned the lock. I tried making my way to the stairs, keeping close to the wall.
"Not so fast, Ariel," Dad said with a stern voice, "Take a seat." I sighed deeply and moped over to the cushy chair across from my angry parents. "I want to know who you were with and where you went." My dad said.
"Harry." I said underneath my breath, avoiding eye-contact with their piercing gazes.
"What was that?"
"Harry!" I said loudly this time. "And we went on a date." I noticed my moms eyes sparkle a bit, while she tried to hold back her smile. My fathers stone cold expression didn't falter a single bit. In fact, it became even more stern when I mentioned a date.
"Are you out of your mind?" My dad questioned tiredly, but still holding anger. "Aren't you smart enough to know that staying out with boys past midnight could get you into serious trouble? Young boys only have one thing in mind." Dad put his face in his hand and rubbed his temples.
A sudden wave of realization washed over me. I was too stupid to even think about what could have happened. I didn't even stop him from dragging me to his car.
"I just wish you could have told us that you were going out." My mom added on, "What if something really did happen to you, sweetheart?"
"H-he is just a friend." I said, trying the least bit to protect myself and Harry. "I'm sorry." My dad still had his face in his hand, massaging his temples.
"Just go to bed." Dad said. Moms face grew into a sympathetic and dissapointed one as she watched me quietly get up from the armchair and make my way upstairs to my room.
I shut the door and let out a deep breath that I had no idea I was holding in. I threw off all of my clothes and hopped in bed, switching off the lamp.
Maybe my dad was right, or maybe he was just a worried father, afraid of me growing up too fast. My guilty concience slowly faded into a slightly angry one. Well he needed to get used to it. I was almost 18 years old and going on dates is what regular 18 year olds do. It wasn't like I was in 7th grade? I could take care of myself and don't need a male guardian knowing everything I was doing and who I was going out with. This is the fucking 21st century.
A small vibration pulled me out of my thoughts and i grabbed my lit-up phone from the dresser right next to my bed.
You ok? It read from Harry. I grew a small smile and my heart lifted a bit in my chest.
