laundry love [completed]

s e v e n t y o n e : frilled frocks

[a/n: third person-slash-adrian's mum = italics.]

"breathe, ira. b r e a t h e . they're just my parents."

"just your parents? adrian, what if they h a t e me? what if your dad pretends i'm invisible and your mum shoots thunderbolts from her eyes?"

"ouch. that would be painful, wouldn't it?"

"mrs. macintyre. wow, you look sexy. i mean, uh, hello. i-i'm so sorry, ma'am. i didn't mean to say all that. not that you're not sexy because that would be a lie. i was just so, so scared of, you know, creating a good first impression...and...all i wanted to say that is that you've got adrian's lips which i adore...i-i mean...that's it. i give up."

"call me althea, sweetheart. or mum. whatever you prefer." a c o o .

"mum. okay, i'll keep that in mind. thank you so much for having me here, mrs. macintyre. i mean, mum."

"..."

"..." a s m i r k .

"come on in, ira. and adrian, i cannot believe you never let us meet her before. she's so pretty."

"careful with the compliments, mum. you wouldn't want the pretty girl to start rambling again, would you?"

"..."

"..."

"ow!"