"So, tell me about your parents." Christian requests on the way back home from school that next Monday.
"What do you wanna know?" I ask.
"What are they like?"
"They're total romantics. Before they left when I was fourteen, they almost never argued. Sometimes, if they did argue, I'd walk in to make sure they were okay, and they'd be making out on the couch, and it's the most disturbing sight ever. But it also made me happy, knowing that my parents have been together so long and they've stayed in love like teenagers." I smile, just thinking about it.
"Have they asked you to come with them to these trips?"
"Yeah, before they left to Europe, they asked me if I wanted to come with them, and we can stay together. I wanted to say yes, but I couldn't. I didn't want to leave my hometown. I didn't want to leave Myles or Dana or Jen. So I said no, and they call me regularly, but since they're so busy it's only once a week, on the one half day they get."
"That's good at least. Do you worry a lot?"
"Only when I let myself worry. That's when I have to call them in the middle of a meeting. They understand, but they never get too happy with me about it."
He nods, pulling into his driveway. I climb out of the car, putting my backpack on my shoulder.
"Hey, do you want to come inside?" He asks, gesturing to his house. I freeze, not knowing what to say.
"Um, sure." I answer, and we walk into his house together.
The first thing that hits me is the smell. It smells of carpet cleaner, cat hairs, and the heavenly smell of a prime rib. I also notice a lot of Barbie dolls, playhouses, all the things a little girl plays with.
"Do you have a little sister?" I ask, gesturing to the scattered toys. He smiles a little, and nods.
"She's at school right now, she doesn't get out for another half hour. My mom should be home soon, she's out for a dentist appointment." Thats when the front door opens again, a golden Tabby cat waltzing in and a woman in a simple tee-shirt and jeans following.
She has straight blonde hair, pulled into a messy bun at the center of her head. She's a natural beauty, and I can tell that Christian got his looks from her. From the smile to the eyes, they share every bit of DNA. I remember talking to her a few times in the past, but only in passing at the grocery store or something.
"Hi, Christian-oh, hello, Sally. How are you?" She greets, and I smile.
"Oh, I'm fine, how are you, Ms. Waters?" I put on my best polite voice, and Christian shoots me a look, as if to say, Are you on drugs or something?
We make idle chat for a few minutes, and she looks at her son.
"Christian, why haven't you told me you've been dating Sally?" I tense, and he blushes super hard.
"Oh, um, we're just friends, Mom, just friends." He says, and she crinkles her brows in confusion.
"Then how come I've never seen her around until now?"
"Because we kinda just became friends, a few days ago." His cheeks are almost crimson, and his mom shakes her head, smiling.
"Oh, my little social butterfly. Will you be picking up Patti soon, Chrissy?" He looks absolutely mortified, and I'm holding back my laughter.
"I am, in fact, we're leaving now, say goodbye to my mom, Sal, let's go." He rushes, pulling me by the arm.
"Nice to see you again, Ms. Waters!" I say over my shoulder, and she echoes me.
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An Open Window
Teen FictionMaybe your view on someone can change drastically, maybe they turn out to be someone you can get along with easily.