This is a rather short chapter but I'm trying to get back into this story that I have seemingly neglected. I used to love writing this and I'm going to try to keep it going and give it the attention and fulfillment both the story and its loyal readers deserve. Stay tuned and don't forget to smile :)
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"So, on a scale of one to ten how much do your moms hate me?" Sam asked as the two of us were doing homework together.
"They don't hate you." I laughed, meeting eyes with the boy.
"The look on their faces when they found us in my car is burned into my brain. I'm pretty sure they're not crazy about me." He added.
"They just don't know you. You should come over for dinner some time." I suggested.
"For dinner or an interrogation?" Sam joked.
"I'm serious." I teasingly shoved his shoulder. "How do you expect them to like you if they don't know you?"
"So, you admit that they don't like me?" He asked.
"At least they don't hate you?" I tried to make him feel better. "Look, just come over for dinner and it'll all be fine."
Sam gave a faint smile before nodding in agreement.
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After school I find my moms sitting with Mike in the kitchen discussing something presumably important.
"Hey, love. How was your day?" Mom asked as I grabbed a water from the fridge.
"Good." I said. "Hey, Mike."
"Hey, kiddo. Good to see you." He smiled.
"You too." I returned. "I actually have something to ask you guys."
"What's up, babe?" Mama asked.
"I was wondering if I could invite Sam over for dinner?" I asked.
"Who's Sam?" Mike asked.
"Sam is the boyfriend." Mom answered.
"Boyfriend, huh?" Mike teased.
"So, is that a yes?" I asked, ignoring their teasing looks.
"Sure, hon." Mama smiled.
"Thanks." I said turning to leave. I stopped in my tracks to add one more thing. "Please...don't be weird."
"Don't be weird?" Mom laughed.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Mama shed as they all gave a laugh.
"I just mean that he really wants you to like him. Please, give him a chance?" I explained.
"Okay, okay. We will be on our best behavior." Mom laughed.
"Thank you." I sang.
I head up to my room and find Brandon ease dropping on the stairs. I send him a questioning look as he puts a finger to his lips to keep me quiet. I assume they're talking about him and decide to ignore the interaction and move on.
I shoot Sam a text that dinner was a go. I was hoping with everything inside of me that this dinner would go perfectly.
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