The Internship

Chapter Thirty-Seven

"Connie!" Mitch exclaimed, dropping his suitcase and running to hug her. They stayed in each other's arms for a few more moments before starting a conversation and walking into the house.

"Don't worry babe, I'll get your suitcase. Oh and hey mom," I mumbled sarcastically.

"There's my boy!" Said my dad as he gave me a hug.

"Hey dad," I said before moving onto my mom who's arms were outstretched.

"It's so, so good to see you!" She squealed, clapping excitedly. "I missed you too much." She gave me another hug.

"Oh-oh okay mom, you're smothering me." I tried gasping for air, but got a whiff of her perfume that smelled like my grandma. I began coughing.

"I'm sorry!" Although, she didn't seem to be at all. "Why don't you two put your bags away and then come back down?"

"Sure!" Mitch's reply matched her enthusiasm. Sick, that's what I was going to be.

"Did I tell you how much my therapist likes this whole thing?" Mitch asked as we began going up the stairs and to the back of the hallway.

"No. What do you mean?"

"Meeting the parents and all. She said it'll help me with the fear of you leaving."

"How many times do I have to tell you tha—"

"You're not leaving, blah blah blah. I know, Scott."

"You know but you don't believe me."

"Can we please just drop it?" He set his suitcase down. "I'm really happy to be here and I do not want to ruin it. We clear?"

"Sure, babe. Sorry."

"Don't be. I'll be downstairs, okay?"

He walked away and I fell onto the bed. I put my hands over my face and tried to practice smiling. As far as my mom knew, I was still crazy in love with that boy.

Not that I wasn't anymore, but things were just a bit different. But the honeymoon stage couldn't last forever, right?

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"Mom stop, it looks fine."

"It looks crooked, I swear."

My dad and I rolled my eyes. We both turned around and glared at my mom. She was using us for our height to make sure the angel at the top of the Christmas tree was perfect. Mitch sat next to her on the couch drinking hot chocolate and trying to hide that the fact that he found this to be hilarious.

"You know what Con? I think I agree," he said, looking right at me.

"See! I'm not crazy!"

I gave Mitch a glare, mouthing "You're dead." He just smiled wickedly before sipping on his hot chocolate.

Ten minutes later, we all were on the couch watching Home Alone. My dad sat on the end, next to my mom. She was next to Mitch who was next to me.

Mitch wrapped his hands around my arm and cuddled into me, falling asleep in no time.

"Aw! You two are so cute! Richard, go get my camera!"

"Mom!" I whisper-yelled. "Stop it!"

"You heard him," said my dad.

"Oh stop using his embarrassment as an excuse to be lazy. Go get the damn camera!"

My dad sighed and got up, returning shortly with the camera.

"Okay, smile."

I did as she said because giving in and letting her have what she wanted would make this one million times easier.