Green Eyes

CHAPTER 43

We drove home, slowly making our way through traffic. The trip had felt like heaven, I couldn't bear the thought of Grace leaving forever.

My hand tapped the steering wheel to the beat of a song. Grace held my other hand tightly, smiling as she stared out the window. 

We drove for hours, exchanging glances in a language only we could decipher. 

Finally, I pulled into the neighborhood. I pulled up and parked the car halfway between our two houses.

"JAMES!" Katie burst through the door, running to the car. I picked her up and twirled her around.  My parents came out after her, looking relieved.

"james...." My Dad sighed.

"It was two nights..." 

"It was wrong"

"I'm sorry"

"Don't even do that again, james" My Mom smiled, hugging me. Grace's parents came out of her front door, scowling. 

Grace bit her lip, nervously. Her mother hugged her and he father stood aside, his arms folded.

"Grace...." He trailed off. "Let's head inside and discus what happened, okay"

"Sure Dad" She looked at me and took her stuff from my trunk. She followed her parents into her house, glancing back once.

"Common, let's go inside" Dad sighed.

"Okay" I took a deep breath and followed them, my palms sweaty. 

Once we were inside My parents shooed my sister upstairs and we three sat at the kitchen table.

"James, we get it. Your a teenager, your hormones drive you to do crazy things and you need a break, but this behavior is unexepytable. How can we trust you at collage if we can't even trust you here?"

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"James, this is very serious. Sneaking out? Using your mother's credit card? You should be seriously punished."

"Dad, I'm sorry, okay? I needed a break and it was the only logical thing!"

"Really James? The only logical thing?" My dad looked at me.

"Dad! I did what I had too!"

"James, we have to take extremes"

"like what, Mom?"

"No car, no credit card. For three weeks"

"WHAT?!"

"It's reasonable, James"

"DAD! ARE YOU SERIOUS" 

"yes, james" My mom sighed.

"Fine." I slouched in my chair.

"I assume you have work to make up?" My Dad rubbed his temple.

"Yeah, I do Dad." I sat up quickly and left the room. I stomped up the stairs and slammed the door. I wish I had stayed in San Fransisco forever.