Bully, turned best friend, turned lover?! - A Greg Jenko Love Story

Home Sweet Home... if only!

“Ah- home sweet home,” I sighed as we pulled up outside out parents house.

“Tell me about it,” said Morton as we got out of the car.

Greg went to the boot of the car to start unloading his luggage, and I went to help him, while Morton just stared at our house.

“Hello,” I tried, “Earth to Morton?”

“Huh?” he acknowledged me.

“What’s up?”

“It’s just... it hasn’t changed has it?”

“No... why, did you want it to?”

“No... just don’t want it to be an omen,” he replied, grabbing a bag and walking across to our driveway.

I sighed, taking Greg’s suitcase and following him, Greg coming soon after me with some boxes.

When Morton had rung the bell, there was a lot of bustling from the other side of the door, before our parents opened it up.

“My baby’s home!” she gushed, pulling Morton to her with a, “Come here! You’ll always be my infant baby angel!”

“Yeah, hey Mom,” I muttered.

“I was getting to you,” she promised, pulling me in for a hug too.

“Hey Schmidt family!” Greg came in.

“Oh God,” I murmured.

“Up top Papa Schmidt!” he high-fived my dad.

“Oh, Em. Is this your boyfriend?” asked Mom.

“What? No!” I defended.

“Because if so, then I could easily take down the air mattress in Morton’s room, and Greg could sleep in your bed!”

“My bed?!”

“Oh dear; too soon?”

“Oh my God!” I walked further into the house.

“Woah, Mama Schmidt, did you do this all yourself?” asked Greg, admiring the Aztec decor we had.

“Well yeah... I guess I did,” Mom admitted.

“It’s gorgeous!” Greg gushed.

“So are you,” Mom quipped.

“Mom!” I cried in embarrassment.

“Oh, sorry sweetie. I wasn’t making any moves on you man, don’t you worry!”

“I wasn’t- aaaah!” I bashed my head into the wall in exasperation.

Greg laughed, pulling me to him cooing, “Aw babe, don’t get embarrassed!”

Then he went and freaking kissed my head.

“I’m going upstairs!” I declared, pulling Greg up too.

“Okay, but use protection!” Mom called after us.

“He’s not my... rrrrr!”

Pulling him into Morton’s bedroom, and slamming the door, I whipped around.

“What the hell was that about?” I yelled.

“What?” he laughed, falling back onto Morton’s bed.

“You do realise that she thinks we’re going out now... and that we are presently having sex- right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why did you make her think that?”

“Em, it was just a bit of fun.”

“Oh no... if my Mom hears something like that, she’s gullible enough to believe it and probably spread it around. Do you realise what you’ve done? Every time I see any family member now, they’re gonna be asking about you and about our sex life and about if we’re planning to have kids yet- You have ruined me!!” I collapsed on the air mattress on the floor in defeat.

“Em?” he asked, after a few minutes.

“What?” I mumbled into the mattress.

“I’m sorry.”

I flipped over, to see him looking down at me from his lying-on-his-side position on the bed.

“It’s fine. I just don’t understand why you did it.”

“Well, it’s because-“

Then Morton came in.

“Morton!” I screamed.

“See they are having sex!” I heard my Mom declare in triumph, from downstairs.

“Mom!” I screamed

“Sorry, honey. Just carry on!”

“I will not- rrrr!”

I stood up, declaring, “I’m going to bed.”

“But it’s seven in the evening!” protested Morton.

“So?”

“You need to read your file at least!”

“A bit of bedtime reading then.”

“Okay,” he agreed.

I walked out of the room.

“Night, Em!” they both called.

“Night guys!”

So Katelyn McQuaid, what is there about her?

I opened the file, and began to read it.

Okay, so I’m eighteen years old, I live with my parents, and my two brothers, Doug and Brad, and I am currently single.

My course is photography, and I have a knack for it... Do I? I take natural pictures of people... okay then.

I transferred from another high school because my dad got a new business opportunity, which he took and we all had to move.

Personality? Seriously? Personality? How can they tell me how to act? Oh well....

Nice, caring, sarcastic, funny.... okay then.

Sports- netball. Hey I am pretty good at netball. I smiled.

Address- yup.

Parents alive... erm yup.

Okay so we’re all good.

I then proceeded to drift off to sleep, not bothering about high school tomorrow.