The Unrealities of Greendale (1/3) *Being Edited*

Chapter 2

*That's sort of an idea of what Valeri's dress looks like. Picture it with a shawl, though:)*

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A few days later, I was having dinner with my parents. My mom, of course, being a woman, asked me something only a mom would ask.

"So, who are you taking to the Girls' Choice dance, sweetie?" she interrogated curiously. I knew my dad had completely zoned out as soon as he heard "Girls' Choice dance." All that guy was concentrating on was the rib eye steak in from of him. I rolled one of my peas back and forth on my plate;  I hate peas.

"Well... uh, I'm-I'm taking Evan." I said nervously. This was the first my parents had ever heard of him, but I figured it was about time. Quickly, I regretted it when my dad's attention focused on me once he heard a guy's name.

".....Evan?" he asked curiously. I gulped down a piece of potato. Maybe it was a mistake to tell them, and I should've just said I didn't know yet. That probably would've been more logical. Poor me, always making stupid decisions. Well, there was no choice but to just own up to it now.

"Uh, yeah... he's my boyfriend." I mumbled, sweating buckets. My dad dropped his fork on his plate, startling me with the clanking sound and making me jump.

"Excuse me?" he asked, one eyebrow raised to the heavens. My mom reached out and touched his hand.

"Steve..." she said calmly, trying to settle him down. He held his hand up to stop her.

"Cristine...." he returned sarcastically. My mother's jaw clenched.

"She's 17, she can date." she said sternly. I looked down at my hand, grasped tightly around my fork.

"When did we agree on this?" he asked quietly, anger expressed through his face. My mom turned to me.

"We'll talk about this later, Valeri." she said with a wink. A half smirk itched around the corner of my mouth. I suppressed it, knowing it would tip my father off. I cleared my throat.

"May I please be excused?" I asked as politely as I could.

"Yes, you may. Your mother and I have much to discuss." my dad said. I stood slowly and carefully. Before walking off, I glared at my father, then sarcastically smiled at him, making it obvious that it was artificial. Then I power walked off. I was going to see Evan whether my dad liked it or not. But what I couldn't understand was why I was allowed to have a date to the dance, but not a boyfriend! I figured my life had sucked, and dating was the least he could do for me. The flashbacks were enough proof to let me know that my life before was crappy, and now my life still sucked. In some ways, the crash was a blessing. Not remembering traumatic things seemed like a plus to me.

I walked up to my room and shut the door before I laid down on the bed. I sat there and thought about everything. There were a few things I needed to make sense of. The first thing that came to mind was what that dream meant to me. It had to have been important if I could remember it. Usually my dreams faded to the back if my memory before I really had the chance to ponder them. I loved Evan... a lot. More than I could comprehend. But there had always been something odd and queer about him, like I had never had a chance to see... all of him. There was always a missing piece.

The only idea I could come up with was that I was scared. I was afraid of what that part of him was like. I mean, if there was a side he didn't want me to see, it had to be for a reason, right? That side had to have been as bad as he knew it was and as bad as I assumed it to be. But then again, everyone, even me, has a side they hide from everyone else. I had a side that I hid from myself even. But even still, I couldn't help myself from wondering what his side was like.