To Be treated as a Queen

Chapter 8

I sat on my porch steps painting my toe nails when my mom pulled  into the drive. She opened her door and wobbled out a bit, wearing pair of shoes with a heel way to big for her to be wearing.

"Hey sweetie!" She walked up them steps and bent over a bit to kiss my forehead.

"Hey, momma." I smiled at her as she walked into the door of the house.

She did'nt know about me and Jake yet. With me not sure if we were a thing exactly or not  it was to stay that way.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I slid it open to see who was texting me.

I smiled

Jake

I opened the message.

'Wanna come over? I want you to meet my dad.  Jake:)'

My heart skipped a beat

Woah.... why does he want me meet his dad?

'Surre?....Abby'

I called into my mom to let her know i was going up the road.

As I walked up to the porch I walked pat a large black, ford pick up truck.

His dad's I guessed.

I gave a good knock on the door, hearing the familair bark of a dog.

The door started to creak open as Jake tried pulling Buck out of the way.

"Hey Abby, come on  in," He smiled still holding the collar of the wriggley mutt.

I walked in and shifted my way to the living room.

A bald headed man with a beer gut, and black goatee sat in front of the tv , wearing black jeans and a plain red t-shirt.

Must be his dad...

He stood up as I entered the room, jake introducing us.

"Abigail, this is my Dad, Dad, Abigail."

His dad put out his hand for me to shake, "Paul," He said as I grabbed his hand.

Geeezzzzz he's got a grip!

I smiled at him, "Abby."

"Well come on, don't be shy, Jake's told me all about you, but his description did not at all entail how pretty you are."

I could feel my face flush a bright pink, and looked over at Jake as his turned red, embarrassed at his father's remark.

He elbowed his dad, in the arm, slightly,

"Dad...really?" He tried to be quiet about it, but failed.

His dad ignored Jake's comment and we all sat down.

"Say do you fish?" His father asked me.

My face drew a blank for a second. The last time I had went fishing was when I was seven and went with my dad. That ended in a trip to the ER after getting hooked in the brow.

My hand went over the small scar on my brow bone, and a smile went across my face.

"Hahah yes, but I'm no good at catching fish. Eyebrows on the other hand..." I let out a bit of a chuckle as Jake's eyebrow shot up.

"That's a story for later."

Jake nooded and let his father talk.

"Well me and Jakey are gunna' be going down to the river thursday, we could help you out, if you wanna' tag along."

"I think I'd like that." I smiled, making contact with Jake.

He stood up and motioned me to fallow, "We'll be out back, Dad."

His dad gave a grunt in reply.

Walking out onto the back porch he grabbed my hand, giving me sudden butterflies.

"So, what are we up to back here?" I asked raising an eyebrow at  him

"I want to show you something." He glanced over and shot me a smile.

We walked through the grass passing a big old, oak tree before stopping in front of a small wooden  shed.

He opened the door and offered me to come in, flipping on the light switch.

Inside it was kinda like a little hangout room. It had a TV, DVD and VCR player, a shelf of movies and bean bag chairs were spread out on the carpeted floor.

"Wow" was all I could say.

I ran over to a green bean bag chair and flopped down.

"Wheres the mini fridge and cable?" I asked being smart.

"Oh, you know the maid and butler are working on it." He chuckled a bit and joined me sitting across from me in a blue bean bag.

I let out a sigh and sunk down relaxing a bit.

"Wanna play a game?" Jaked asked looking at me.

"Okay...what game?"

"A game to let us get to know each other better. I ask a question, you answer and vice versa."

"Sounds good, you first." I smiled and set my eyes on a fly crawling on the floor.