At breakfast the next day my parents told me to sit.
"Who was he?" Mum asked.
"Who?"
"The guy you were kissing," Dad said growing impatient.
"Oh..that..was my b..b..boyfriend," I said, wondering which kiss they had seen.
Please don't be the front door one!
"Your boyfriend?" Mom stared in shock.
"Yeah."
"Since when have you had a boyfriend?" Dad asked.
"Um...about a two months."
"Were you out with him yesterday?" Dad questioned.
"Yeah."
"How many times did ye kiss?" Mom asked.
"Um...eight times," I blushed.
"You kissed that boy eight times!" Dad exclaimed.
"Yeah."
"How may times did ye kiss, not on the lips?" Dad sighed.
"A lot more than eight," I blushed redder.
"Who is he?" Mum asked.
"August Cantwell, but please let him be my boyfriend," I pleaded.
"Of course, but we need to meet him," Dad said.
I gulped.
"Invite him to dinner next Friday night," Dad said.
"Okay, here?"
"No in that new, fancy place down town, I can't remember the name of it, but you know where I mean," Dad said.
"Alright, what time?"
"Six," he replied.
"Okay," I sighed, walking off.
"Any boy you kiss with that much passion I must meet," Dad called after me.
I decided to wait until Monday to tell August.
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