Intoxicated

Fifteen

It was the next day. Which meant I would be going back home to see my family for Thanksgiving.

While others might have to travel miles and miles to be reunited with family, I had the unique convenience of living in the same city as mine.

So, instead of having the god awful awkward road trip with Dave and Sam, I only rode with Dave to my parents' apartment. Sam was meeting us there.

To be honest, I was nervous for my parents' reaction. I had been honest when I had told Dave no other guy had stepped anywhere near my parents, let alone brought to Thanksgiving dinner. Sam was the exception since it was not romantic and he really was more of a brother than a friend. Besides, my mother thought he was secretly gay since he never expressed any interest in me despite the number of years we'd been friends for. It was a dumb reason to think he was and far from the truth but my mother often made irrational assumptions like that.

My father on the other hand, was too awkward about dating and had avoided the entire birds and bees talk all together. I had discovered the wonderful thing that is the human reproductive procedure in the fifth grade, huddled in the corner of my school's library with Brianna sneaking "Puberty: When Girls Grow Up" from the juniors section. My mom had attempted and failed to have "the talk" but she was still a lot better at handling things like this, hence my father's hast "i'll let your mother know" response to my "i'm bringing a friend" statement. But even so, I was still worried about how they would react to Dave.

I kept my eyes on the road and my lips between my teeth as I played out the many scenarios of Thanksgiving with Dave and The Mikhaels family in my head.

"You're nervous." Dave stated. I looked at him and nodded.

"Should I be nervous?" Dave asked, turning left when the GPS told him so.

I shook my head. As long as David didn't let the bipolar side of himself out while eating my mother's stuffing and mashed potatoes then we were good and I was only doing what I was best at, overthinking the entire thing.

"They're not too bad, just be on your best behavior."

Dave gave me a shocked expression.

"When I have not been?"

The smile came easily when he was being like this, his charming self. And I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I can think of a few situations."

"All false of course. I am the prime example of the boy you should bring home."

Dave wriggled his eyebrows at me and I couldn't help but burst into giggles. God he was so adorable when he was like this, playful, sweet and charming.

"You have arrived at your destination."

Dave parked the car nearby the apartment. It hadn't been too long since I had visited so I didn't really care too much for the nostalgia of coming back to my childhood home. Instead, I hopped out of the car after David, a bouquet of  flowers for my mother in my hand. My mother had given me the task of bringing Thanksgiving dinner dessert so Dave and I had dropped by a grocery store to pick up two pies. Pumpkin and pecan. Dave held both in his hands and I led the way to my parents'.

The elevator went straight to the unit. And Dave and I entered the doorway of my childhood home. I felt my nerves bubbling uneasily.