He's my Type

chapter 4

"I don't like that boy." My father said.

I walked into the kitchen and looked into the fridge whilst my dad followed me, "Thanks for welcoming me home. What's wrong with him anyway?" I said.

"I just don't like him. Father's instinct I guess." He said crossing his arms,

Pouring some orange juice I said, "Father's instinct? Dad, I think that's called making assumptions."

His voice got a tad bit louder, enough for my mom to hear, "Do not talk to me like that."

She walked into the kitchen looking concerned, "What's going on?" She asked. My dad stormed off, while I talked loud enough for him to hear from the kitchen. "Dad here doesn't like my friend, when he hasn't even met him."

My mother put her hand on her hips, held her finger up, and put her head down. I knew then, I needed to shut up. She then pointed up the stairs to my bedroom.

I stomped up the stairs with my mom following behind, we sat on the side of my bed. She laughed a bit. "Father's instinct is what he said this time?

I sighed and fell on my back. "Yep, I don't know why he's making a big deal about it we've only known each other for like a week." I said, pressing my lips into a firm line.

"You better get used to him being like that. He was a teenaged boy once you know. He knows what goes on in there silly little heads, of course he's gonna make assumptions. You are his daughter. How was it today though?" She said.

"It was good. We stopped for lunch at Taco Bell before we went, and while we were eating he was like Oh it's not much." I said, mimicking his voice. "On the way back, we just jammed out to All Time Low, and ate crappy Gas Station crispitios."

"Sounds nice." She said "Well, I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight sweetheart." She planted a kiss on the top of my head.

I was really sweaty, but too lazy to take a shower. I changed my clothes and grabbed my laptop, then plopped onto my bed, shimmying down in the covers and watched The 100 on Netflix. Sadly, I dosed off and woke up to my mothers voice. She's talking on my phone?

I looked over at her and quickly closed my eyes, making it seem like I was asleep. A couple of minutes passed and she said something, "Naomi, I know you're not asleep."

I sat up on the headboard of my bed and rubbed my eyes, "Who were you talking to on my phone?" I said.

"Well, your phone kept ringing and I was awake, so I thought I'd see who it was." She said.

Is she not gonna tell me who it was? "Well, who was it?" I asked

"It was Noah" a small smirk appeared on her face, "And I invited him for dinner tomorrow at noon."

WHAT?! Without asking me? "MOM!" I yelled, but she quickly hushed me not wanting to wake Dad up. My voice fell into a whisper, "Why didn't you wake me up and ask me first? Maybe I didn't want company!" To be honest, I did want him to come over.

My mother chuckled and messed up my hair even more than it already was, "Darling, I don't have to ask you. I'm your mother. Go to sleep."

I put my laptop on my desk and plugged up my phone. Then, I fell into a sweet slumber.

*NEXT MORNING*

So today was the day Noah was going to meet my crazy family. God help us all. Let's not forget that it was Saturday, which meant, cleaning day.

I walked down the stairs with my eyes half open. I sat down at the table and my mom sat my breakfast in front of me

"You should get started as soon as you're done eating so you'll have time to get ready." She said