"I'll pick you up at seven!" Hanna yells from her Range Rover in my driveway. I wave and bound up the steps to eat and shower before I get ready.
"Jo is that you?" Mom yells from the kitchen.
"No it's an armed robber!" I shout back taking my shoes off and placing them by the door.
"I told your dad to buy me a gun." She states as I walk into the kitchen.
"That's an awful idea." I tease making her swat me with the oven mitt.
"What's on the agenda tonight?" She asks.
"Miles lake party." I sigh grabbing a cookie and biting into it.
"I think we're going out as well." Mom says checking the time.
"Good it's been awhile." I muse.
"Work." She sighs.
I take her in. My beautiful mother at the solid age of 35. She doesn't look a day over 21. Her long auburn hair is down to her waist. Her fair skin is as smooth as a baby's. Her makeup is flawless even after training all day. Her body's toned and fit.
I hear the front door and grin. Before he can utter a word I throw myself at my father making him chuckle.
"Hello brat." He states rubbing my back. Releasing me He kisses my mothers cheek Brie stealing a cookie. "Dibs on first shower. Our reservations a little early Mon."
"Alright shoo." She states.
My fathers a handsome man for the age of 40. Tan tall and toned. He works in an office for accounting so he's always in a suit. His dark black hair could use a cut but besides that he's not aged in my sixteen years either.
Since they're eating out I have mom make me some soup and grilled cheese before I shower. Mom takes one after dad and they get ready and leave me alone.
I wash my plate and prance to the shower to get around. Hanna will be fifteen minutes early so I have to get a move on. She hates being late.
YOU ARE READING
Remembering Us
Romance"I blame the fairytales." I tell him sipping my margarita. "The fairytales?" He asks me. "Yes. The fairytales we're read as children. About the damsel in distress and the white knight on his obedient steed." Now he's looking at me like I'm nuts. M...
