(There is two different stories with the same title. This one is a Grape sister story.)
Giselle Grape is the twin sister of Gilbert Grape. Like her brother, she works long hours to provide for the family. When she isn't working, she's at home helpin...
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"I do not want someone comin' into this house, Giselle." Momma complained, and Giselle frowned.
"Please, Momma. I promise he's a good guy. He's my best friend." Giselle replied, causing Gilbert to scoff.
"Why should we set up a dinner for him?" Gilbert questioned, crossing his arms across his chest.
"You're not even the one cooking." Ellen muttered, rolling her eyes at Gilbert.
"Because I love him, Gilbert!" Giselle exclaimed, glaring at her twin brother.
"How could you know what love is, G, you're only--" Gilbert began, but Momma cut him off.
"Fine, fine," She said, stopping the twins from arguing,"If you love him, we'll give him a chance. A real chance, Gilbert." She stated, giving Gilbert a look to tell him to act right.
Needless to say, the day of the dinner wasn't as smooth sailing as Giselle had hoped for. The argument she had with her family the day before had caused issues between her and Gilbert. Momma seemed nervous, but she was unhappily willing to meet the man Giselle was in love with.
"I'm making Alfredo, so I hope Mason likes it." Amy commented, and Giselle smiled.
Amy was the only one who was actually happy and supportive of Giselle's relationship. Arnie was happy, but he seemed to almost always be happy. Sometimes he could get upset and cry, or get angry and do something obnoxious, but mostly he was happy. Giselle had been worried about Arnie's response, but as soon as he laughed and clapped his hands, she knew he was happy for her.
"He's here." Giselle said, after she heard his car pulling up.
Quickly, she ran to the door, but she didn't go as fast out of the door, since she didn't want to embarrass herself. Once she was outside, she walked up to his car, and he greeted her with a kiss as soon as he was out of his car.
"Hey, baby." He murmured, wrapping his arms around her.
"Hey, you ready for this?" She asked, and he nodded.
"I got this, don't worry." He replied, kissing the top of her head.
Giselle kept a firm hold on Mason's hand, as she walked him inside. As soon as he was inside, all of the noise in the house seemed to stop. Gilbert seemed to glare at them, but he didn't do it too hard so Giselle wouldn't notice as easily. After an awkward silent moment, Arnie came over waving and smiling.
"Hi, Mason." Arnie said, and Mason smiled.
"Hey, Arnie. How are ya, man?" Mason asked, as he greeted Arnie like he was no different than anyone else.
"I'm a miracle, Momma calls me that." Arnie replied, causing Giselle to laugh.
"No, his question means how are you feeling, Arnie." Giselle commented, and Arnie scratched his head.
"I'm feeling okay." Arnie said, before Gilbert called him over.
"Momma," Giselle began, leading Mason over to the large woman,"this is Mason. Mason, this is my Momma." She introduced, and Momma smiled politely.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Grape." Mason said, holding out his hand, causing Momma to shake his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mason," Momma replied,"I'm going to ask before dinner starts, what's your intentions with my daughter?"
"I'm in love with her, Mrs. Grape. Honestly, I don't know if I could ever find another girl like her. She's everything to me." Mason answered, and Momma nodded; seemingly satisfied with his answer.
"Gilbert, help me with the table." Amy called, and soon Gilbert was carrying one end of the table.
"Let me get that." Mason commented, grabbing the other end, so Amy wouldn't have to.
"Thank you, Mason." Amy replied, smiling at the man.
Gilbert had to squish in-between Arnie and Giselle, so there would be enough spots for everyone to sit at the table. Gilbert wasn't happy about it, but Momma made him stop his fussing. It didn't help that Giselle pinched his arm, and threatened to stab him with her fork if he kept complaining.
"So, what do you do for work, Mason?" Amy asked, looking over at the man.
"I'm a mechanic. I run the shop from my house. I can fix any car or truck," Mason replied,"When I'm not fixing a vehicle, I go around town doing odd jobs for people, like mowing or fixing something on their house." He added, giving a slight shrug as if his job was easy and meaningless.
"Sounds like you keep yourself busy." Momma commented, and Mason nodded.
"Yes, ma'am. I have to be busy, otherwise I get restless and antsy. Honestly, even just making a sandwich helps, as long as I'm doing something." He said, causing Momma and Amy to laugh.
"You talk like you do and know everything, Mason." Ellen snipped, making Giselle frown.
"Ellen!" Momma exclaimed, but Mason simply laughed.
"No, I don't know everything, I just know a little bit about a lot of things. And as far as doing everything, if I did everything, I'd never have time for your sister or myself." He replied, brushing off her rude words like they were crumbs on his shirt.
"Do you know how to cook, Mason?" Gilbert asked,"'Cause Giselle couldn't cook if her life depended on it." He commented, causing Giselle to scoff, and Mason to chuckle.
"My mom taught me how to cook, but I can't bake. My mom said that some people are born to cook, and others are born to bake, I'm not a baker, but I can make anything on a stove or grill." Mason answered, and Giselle smiled.
"Giselle can bake, she makes amazing pies and cookies." Momma commented, causing Giselle to blush.
"I definitely want to try a pie. Pie is my favorite dessert of all time." Mason replied, and Momma smiled.
"Next time." She answered, causing Mason to smile as well.
The dinner went smoothly, and Momma, Amy, Ellen, and Arnie seemed to love Mason. The only issue was Gilbert, but Mason didn't know what he was going to do to make Mason realize that he was good enough for his sister...
