Let it Burn

Chapter 6: meeting the parents

As we walk in through the front door we can hear... Giggling? Oh boy this is going to be interesting... I look up at Jason to see he has the same expression as me- dread.

We followed the laughter to the kitchen to where we find our mums drinking red wine, and by the looks of things they had already downed over half the bottle. 'Well that explains the giggles' I think to myself as I survey the sight before me.

"Ohhh fabulous you're home! Oh and I see you've brought young Jason here. That's wonderful. Isn't that wonderful Jessica?" She asks, turning to who i assume is Jason's mum.

"Come in, come in, don't be shy!!" Oh how embarrassing.

"Mum you sound like you're at the circus!" I say, resulting in some confused looks being shot my way.

"Roll up, roll up, don't be shy." Mum chuckles, looking away embarrassed I see Jason smiling down at me, laughing.

"Hello Honey" Jessica smiles at her son, "Come here give mummy a hug!"

Slightly embarrassed Jason let go of my hand and walked over to his mum, hugging her. I can't help but feel a little sad as he lets me go and walks over and kiss' her on the cheek before walking back over to me and taking my hand once more.

"Now you two can go hang out before dinner," My mum starts, "We are waiting for your father as he is coming home from his business trip Kat, so we won't be eating for a while, if that's okay by you?"

"Yeah mum that's fine by us" I reply, "We might go watch TV. or something in my room."

"Keep the door open! I don't want any funny business. And I'm defiantly too young to be a Grandma."

"Mum!!" I exclaim as my cheeks immediately flame. I quickly get out of the kitchen and head to my room, once at the foot of the stairs I realize that Jason isn't following me; I turn back around to see a grinning Jason with the bottle of red wine in his hand, now with even less liquid in it than when we came in.

He looks up and explains "I thought they had had enough for now, and seeing they'll be using the oven I think it's a little safer if they sober up a little don't you think?" I start to reply but he doesn't let me "And we're having lasagne for dinner."

I grin and continue up the stairs and into my room, this time making sure Jason was behind me. As I open the door all I here is him laughing, and I mentally think 'crap don't tell me I left a bra lying around' I scan over the room to check and a little bit of relief washes over me when I realize I didn't. But then why was he laughing? My white timber desk that has paint splattered all over it is in the right hand corner of the room, displaying my shiny silver laptop, silver doc/ alarm clock, and my school books. My queen sized bed is in the middle, so I can easily use my desk as a bedside table, as well as a desk, with its green linen, and Mr. Teddy in the middle of the pillows. I've had Mr. Teddy as long as I can remember, and luckily the day of the fire, Mr. Teddy was accidentally left in the car, meaning he was unharmed. The walls were a simple light green apart from the wall the desk was against, which was a darker green the same colour as my bed sheets.

On the opposite side of the room stood my bookshelf, containing all my favourite books- Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Narnia, all the good ones; and my wardrobe, both of which were of the same white with paint splatters as my desk. So I have absolutely no idea what he was laughing at.

"What's so funny?" I ask, as he was still laughing in the doorway, even though I was now sitting on my desk chair spinning around.

"It's just... You really like green don't you?" Really Jason, really?

"That's what you were laughing at?" I question, as he walks towards me and takes a seat on my bed "You were laughing because my room is painted green?"