The Price of Our Dreams

To Do Item #4: Meet the Parents

“If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme,” - Jiminy Cricket (Pinocchio)

Aden hadn’t talked much for the whole half an hour that we were in the park. That was until I told him and Jordan that they would have to help us convince our parents  to go through with the plan and for that they had to actually meet them. Then the kid couldn’t shut up, and nothing, and boy do I mean nothing, was able to shut him up. Goodness could he whine. Jordan wasn’t even that bad, and I thought he was the one that would need convincing.  Poor kid though, he did have a right to be nervous, my parents didn’t even know I had communication with boys, although in my defense it was only for the past 24 hours. I was going to tell Jordan what my parents were like, but scaring the crap out of him would ruin everything. I needed him to help me calm down Aden, whose big brown eyes were frightened.

After practically dragging Aden on the bus, we were all back on a BxM8 bus Bronx bound, where everyone looked exhausted. Kiersten was sleeping on my shoulder, Nasira and Rose had headphones on and their heads on the windows, Serenity and Madison were knocked out on each other shoulders, (a total picture moment), and finally Jordan and Aden were sitting across from us.

We decided to first sacrifice the boys to my parents, as this was all my insane idea and without me there was really no shot at all of this being possible. I felt my Samsung SIII vibrate in my pocket and when I ignored it Jordan looked at me and waved his phone in my face. I checked the message and it was from him. We all had exchanged numbers while walking out of the park, well Jordan had put in Aden’s, he wouldn’t look at us.

Jordan: Sorry about Aden, he barely acts like this I swear

Me: It’s OK I would be scared too J

Jordan: Well that’s comforting

Me: Would you prefer I lie??

Jordan: Honesty is the best policy

Me: Well in that case my Dad said that when I would first bring a boy home he would have a bullet with the boy’s name engraved in it.

Jordan didn’t even reply to that. He just looked up from his phone, his lightly tanned skin turning  a slight green and his hazel and blue eyes turning to the frightened way Aden’s were earlier. I couldn’t help but smile like an idiot; he looked adorable when he was scared. I mouthed ‘honesty is the best policy’ at him and he frowned, causing my smile to grow larger.

Jordan: Thanks for the heads up

Me: N.P. that’s what I’m here for. I promise to protect you though ;)

As best as I could.

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What. The. Fuck.  Was. I. Thinking. This was by far the most stupid thing I have ever done.  My Dad was sitting down on the couch, his face red and his breathing frantic, with my calmer and more understanding Mom trying to ease his temper. Jordan’s head of dark brown hair was disheveled, which I hate to admit right now but only made him look ten times hotter, sorry Dad, and his uniform was a wreck. Aden was standing as far away from my Dad as possible while still being in the house.  Kiersten had run away to her room a while ago, so much for a faithful partner in crime. The worst part was that we hadn’t even told them our grand plan yet. Nope. My Dad had just seen two teenage boys, who were for the record very well put together and respectful, well at least appeared so, and had gone bonkers. So I basically broke my promise to Jordan of protecting him. Yeah…sorry dude.

“It’s okay honey. Breathe in. And out. In. And out. There you go,” my Mom instructed my Dad, who was getting calmer. Way to go Mom.

Once he was able to breathe better on his own and his face had turned back to its original tone, everything was awkwardly quiet again, with nothing to be heard except for the sound of clock on the wall ticking. Jordan passed me a sideways glance, a small grin on his face. How he was able to grin right now I don’t know but all I could do was mouth ‘I told you so’.