In The Army

story telling & questions

Song: The way by Ariana Grande

The first part were Mac miller starts rapping idk how but I know it by memory lmao 😂 and I'm not even that huge of a ariana fan...I mean I love her but I don't hear her songs 24/7

Say, I'm thinking 'bout her every second, every hour
Do my singing in the shower
Picking petals off the flowers like
Do she love me, do she love me not? (love me not)
I ain't a player, I just...

😂

As expected, Laura was to stay in her old room while Ross stayed in the spare room. Naturally he wasn't happy with this arrangement but understood perfectly where her parents were coming from and respected it. Still, he couldn't keep from complaining to Laura once they were alone, sitting on the front porch swing.

"I think you're just upset that I wouldn't join the mile-high club on the way here," Laura teased. Ughh! Airplanes made her stomach queasy.

"Damn right I am. Of course... you can make it up to me on the way back?" He winked at her.

"Depends if you can behave yourself or not."

"Speaking of behaving... I am not going three whole weeks without sex."

"Sshhh! The window is open!" He gave her a pointed look.

"It's not like your mom thinks we don't-" she clamped a hand over his mouth.

"That doesn't mean you need to announce it. Besides, I have a plan." The second she lowered her hand, he smirked.

"Do tell."

"You'll just have to wait and see."

"Grrrrr. How LONG will I have to wait?"

"Uh! I swear you're worse than a chi-"

"Dinner is ready, you two." Ellen poked her head out the door.

"Okay, mom. Be right there."

He waited until her mom disappeared back inside. "I still say your dad didn't act all that thrilled to meet me, so if I start having convulsions after dinner, better be ready to pump my stomach."

"Oh-please! It's not that he doesn't like you. He's just being a father. Think about it. If you had a daughter and she was living with a guy for months that you still had yet to meet, how would you act towards him?"

"I'd kill the bastard! When we have a daughter, she won't be allowed near boys 'til she's thirty." Laura crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. "Er... twenty five?" Shaking her head while snickering, she got up and held out a hand.

"Let's go. Grub is on the table, mister. And please try and eat slower in front of my mom because she'll just keep shoving more food on your plate." She liked his instinctual, 'protective father' answer and she also liked how he phrased a certain sentence without even knowing it.

"Did I mention how much I like your mom already?"

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"So tell me, Ross," Damiano began his round of questions half way through dinner.

"Yes, sir?" Laura gripped his knee under the table, reminding him he didn't need to be so ultra-polite with the 'sir' and 'ma'am' crap around her parents.

"How did you two meet?" Damiano noted both halted their forks from entering their mouths and glanced at each other.

"Work," they answered simultaneously, then went back to eating. They'd done some preparation in case this line of questioning came up... but not nearly enough.