"Mom I'm home!", I shout as I walk through the door. I walk into the kitchen with the bag of groceries and set them on the counter. "Oh good, I need to start the macaroni noodles.", she says as she walks into the kitchen.
"Did you get cookies for you and Isabel?"
"Yes ma'am, I got some chocolate chip cookie dough. I figured we could make 'em instead of forcin' you to do it. It'll give us somethin' to do tonight."
"Ok honey that sounds great. Do you know when she's getting here?"
Just then my phone vibrates in my pocket. "Perfect timing," I pull my phone out and check the message, "she says she's fixin' to leave." I text back and give her my address and she responds a second later telling me that her GPS says she's only 15 minutes away. Soon enough there's a knock at the front door, "I got it!" I run to the door and fling it open.
"Hey!"
"Hey! Nice house."
"Thanks, my room is this way. Follow me."
We walk through the kitchen and my mom sees us and a smile spreads across her face, "Oh, Hi! You must be Isabel. I'm Trystan's mom, Carrie."
Isabel smiles back, "Hey Mrs. Collins, it's nice to meet you."
"Oh please call me anything you like dear. I appreciate your manners though. Do you like hamburger casserole? I hope so because that's dinner."
"Yes ma'am I do."
My mom smiles as I say, "Ok well we'll be in my room."
Once in my room I shut the door and Isabel drops her bag by my bed. "Nice room", she comments as she admires all my posters. I have a lot of country singer posters like Thomas Rhett, George Strait, and Luke Bryan just to name a few. She then proceeds to explore my room as I plop onto my bed and watch her with an amused smirk. Finally, she joins me on my bed. "Did you have fun exploring?", I ask with a laugh.
"Oh yes a blast. You have a nice room. I approve "
"I'm so glad you approve! My life was depending on it."
We both break out into a fit of laughter. For the next few hours we just lay on my bed, talk, and listen to music. I learned that Isabel's favorite color is maroon and that she also likes country music, her favorite artist being Miranda Lambert. I tell her my favorite color (blue) and she can obviously tell my favorite music is country with my favorite artists being Thomas Rhett and George Strait.
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"Girls, dinner!", my mom calls. We head out to the kitchen and I grab us some plates from the cabinet. We go scoop some hamburger helper onto our plates and as we sit down at the table with my parents Isabel says, "This looks delicious Mrs. C."
My mom smiles, "Thank you, and that's much better no need for formal names." Before we eat my dad leads us in a prayer and then we dig in. It's delicious as always. I swear I don't know why my mom isn't a professional chef. For some reason she thinks being a store owner is better. I mean yeah, it brings in good money, but still she's a fantastic cook.
"Mom you really need to quit your job and become a chef. Everything you make tastes absolutely fantastic my taste buds are in heaven right now."
Isabel chuckles, "I have to agree Mrs. C, this is absolutely amazing. I didn't know hamburger helper could taste so good."
"Thank you girls."
"It really is great, Carrie.", my dad compliments. She just smiles at him.
"Well Isabel it's nice of you to join us tonight. I'm Trystan's dad, Justin."
"Thank you for havin' me sir, it's nice to meet you", Isabel says politely.
"Anytime", my parents say at the same time.
We all talk throughout dinner and my parents ask Isabel all the basic questions like how old is she, where's she's from, and so on. Once everyone is finished I help my mom clean off the table and put all the dishes in the dishwasher. "Oh, Trys don't forget the cookie dough you got", my mom reminds me. "I won't, thanks. We'll probably come make them in an hour or so", I reply. I turn to Isabel and give her a mischievous look.
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