Bad boys don't let go

Chapter 13- Conversations from heaven and hell

Chapter 13- Conversations from heaven and hell

A/N: I TOLD YOU THE LAST CHAPTER WAS YOUR SURPRISE BUT THAT WAS SOO PREDICTABLE SO I'm posting not ONE, but TWO chapters today, as well as the usual update.

Bet you weren’t expecting that! SURPRISE! ;) Enjoy!

Dan’s POV

“Danny! Dannyyyyyyyy!” My mom called from downstairs.

“I’m coming moooom!” I hollered.

My brother walked into my room.

“Danny dearest, time to find mommy.” He said in a high pitched voice while batting his eyelashes exaggeratedly.

 “Moron.”

“Now Danny dearest, is that any way to treat your beloved brother?”

“I will punch your teeth out.”

“Try me.” He teased.

I sighed and threw a book at him. It hit his elbow.

“Dick.” He grumbled, rubbing his elbow.

“Serves you right.” I scolded.

I marched to the kitchen, my brother on my tail. I saw my mother waiting for me at the table. She looked excited. Oh dear God.

“Danny! You never told me how it went last night with the girl!” She exclaimed.

She seemed way too happy.

“Yes Danny dear, do tell.” Hank butt in.

I ran my hands in my hair. “It was fine.”

“Oh come now, surely you can elaborate further.” My mother encouraged.

“Well, I did get to meet her older sister.”

“Was she hot?” My brother asked.

Was she hot? Yeah, I guess so. But, I mean, she has nothing on Jillian.

“I’ll let you be the judge of that.” I simply replied.

 “Can’t wait.” He smirked. “Imagine that, an older version of Jillian. Mmm-mm. Yummy.”

My mom looked like she was about to faint. “Henry! How dare you speak of women that way! Women had to fight to stop being treated like that! People died! You know, when I was looking for a job, they told me they didn’t want people like me in the engineering business.” She rambled.

Then my dad strolled in, looking both concerned and confused.

“What on earth did you do? She only rambles like this when she freaks out.” He said, smiling a little.  He turned to my mom. “Sweetie, what did they say?” He said gently, cupping her cheek.

Gross. Honestly, I don’t understand how they have managed to stay so lovey-dovey together. Aren’t married couples their age supposed to be grumpy and sour?

“Hank is trying to get some with a girl I know.” I accused.

“That’s it!” My mother exclaimed, standing up. She poked my dad’s chest. “Michael, you talk to your sons and make sure I never hear that kind of language again!” She scolded.

“Of course sweetie.” He said, kissing her forehead as she left. “Of course they’re my sons when they don’t listen.” He mumbled amusedly once she was gone.

I rolled my eyes. My dad is such a suck up.

“Gag!” My brother said loudly, pointing the inside of his mouth.