With A Cherry On Top

Chapter Twenty-nine: Stark naked is definitely the best way to go

Song: At My Worst by Pink Sweat$

Chapter Twenty-nine: Stark naked is definitely the best way to go

"Mister Zane."

The door of the library flew open and Steward walked in.

Hey, look! It's Stout Stewart.

I didn't stand up because Zane made no move to either. So my head was still comfortably positioned in his lap. Surprisingly, I was actually paying attention. It was okay so far.

"We're busy." Zane replied as he looked back to the book to continue reading.

My eyes were still on Stewart. He bowed down and looked unsure of whether he wanted to continue or not. He chose to continue.

"Sorry Mister Zane, but your parents are around."

Zane snapped the book shut. I sat up. I was somewhat nervous. I wasn't ready to meet his parents yet. Not that I had an important reason to. I was just his friend. But still.

"And they couldn't come to welcome their son?"

Stewart stared at his feet sheepishly. "I- They were-"

"It's okay." I found myself blurting out to soothe his rant. He sent me a quick thankful smile before turning his nervous eyes back to Zane.

Zane sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Thank you Stewart. You may go."

The stout man hurried out the door and closed it.

Zane sent me a small smile and I returned it. "I guess I'm going to have to meet your parents."

"I guess so too."

"Well, unless jumping out the window is an option." I joked.

He chuckled as he shook his head. "Unless you want to break all your bones, it is not."

"Weirdly, I'm nervous."

He widened his smile. "I would tell you you shouldn't be, but then again I would be lying."

I punched him. "Stop teasing me. You're not helping."

"Stop punching me." He replied, clutching his shoulder.

"So it hurt, right?"

He stood up and yelled. "Mom! Dad! I'm coming!" He walked out of the room. I wore my sneakers, stood up too and went after him. "Real mature!"

He just laughed and continued down the stairs. I jogged after him. I realized I had left my purse in the library, but I didn't think that mattered. I didn't need it just to meet his parents.

I followed him to the living room, where his dad was sitting on the couch. And his mother was standing behind him.

We had come in from the back so they hadn't yet noticed us. Zane looked back at me and it was then I realized I had stopped about a few feet away from him. He gestured for me to come forward with his hand, and then grabbed mine with his. I smiled up at him.

A really big part of me really wanted them to like me. A really, really big part. So I had to suck in all my bad qualities like rudeness and sarcasm. Sarcasm is not a bad quality, but I had a feeling they wouldn't enjoy it very much.

Zane cleared his throat. His mother turned back. And to say her beauty blinded my eyes would be an understatement. A woman already with a son should not look that good and young. And she was rocking the silver pan suit she had on. She had blonde shoulder-length hair and green eyes. She looked s elegant and had so much poise, just like I expected from her. She really was a sight for sore eyes. Is everybody I know extraordinarily beautiful, but me?