only seventeen ♬ red hot chili peppers anthony kiedis fanfiction

Chapter 16

"Wren, could you come down here please?" I hear Mom call from downstairs as I'm studying.

I put down my pen and walk downstairs. Mom and Dad face each other on the dinner table; not an indication that this is good at all.

"Sit down honey," Mom says, untucking a chair opposite them, "your father and I need to have a discussion with you."

"Okay, what about?" I asked, seating myself on the chair.

"Well, we've noticed that you and Anthony have been spending...quite a lot of time together, for the past few weeks," said Dad.

"And?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows.

"And, well, it's not that we don't trust you, it's just that we feel uncomfortable with him practically dangling himself all over you," Mom continued. "We'd like it to discontinue."

I fold my arms.

Mom sighs. "Listen, I don't like it at all. Hate to break it to you, Wren, he's a rock star. You're only sixteen. I don't imagine he treats girls very well anyway."

"That's such a cliché," I say in disbelief, "come on, we've just gotten really close-"

"Don't argue with me."

Mom relaxes her tone. "What is it dear?" she asks, "do you feel deprived somehow? Do you have some sort of void to fill? Just know that you don't need to hang around with a rock and roller to feel loved. I'm not trying to make assumptions, but you've been awfully quiet lately, your father and I are worried about you, that's all."

"What's there to be worried about?"

"I've seen the way these men treats girls, Wren. It just goes against our ethics. I don't feel comfortable with this guy, at all," Dad says, this time a little more firmly.

"Guys, he hasn't done anything to me, you're paranoid, completely," I said, getting up.

"We're not accusing," said Mom, getting up as well, "we just want to prevent it before, you know."

I roll my eyes. "He isn't like that."

"Even if he isn't, so what? He's 10 years older than you," Mom says, shaking her head. "He's off limits."

"Your mother's right."

"At least he's not a teenaged snot-nosed dork," I spat.

"Wren," says Mom with a stern tone, taking my hand. "I want you to know that no man will love you more than Jesus. Pray. It's good for your well-being. Give yourself a break dear. It's almost summer anyway."

"And then, I'll turn seventeen," I said, snatching my hand from her reach.

"I don't understand this guy, where are his family? Where does he even live? The guy gives me the creeps, especially the first time I met him, which by the way didn't leave a good imprint on me," Mom said.

"Whatever the case, he should go for girl his own age," Dad agreed.

"Well if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to studying."

Are they trying to guilt trip me or something? I suppose he is kind of older than me; John's only nineteen, close to my age which I imagine my parents not having a big fuss about. But I don't care what anyone thinks. I really like Anthony, that's all that should matter. I chuckle to myself with this thought -they should feel lucky that we even know someone so famous.