It's Complicated

8. Meeting My Parents

8. Meeting My Parents

Drew and I sat down on the couch in front of my mom, who was sitting on a chair.

"How are you, Drew?" my mom asked, hiding a smile because of the look I was giving her. I was begging her with my eyes to not ask Drew anything embarrassing or awkward.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Arellano," Drew said, smiling. "How are you?"

"I'm doing great. Thanks for bringing Mariela home today. I couldn't reach the place in time."

"Oh, no problem. It was my pleasure."

My mom smiled. I could tell she already liked Drew. I grinned.

"How did you get her home so fast, though? It takes me about half an hour to reach here from Allen's home." She looked at him disapprovingly. His blue eyes widened and he shook his head.

"Oh, no. I didn't speed. I just went through a shortcut. Honestly!" He looked scared. My mom may be a police officer, but she wasn't going to arrest him! I speed all the time! I laughed. My mom smiled.

"Don't worry, Drew. I wasn't going to arrest you!" My mom grinned.

Drew looked embarrassed. "Oh, no, I knew that."

I patted his shoulder. "It's all good. You look cute when you're scared." Oops. I'd just called him cute. In front of my mom. I looked at her quickly, but she was just smiling at us.

He gave me a look. "Thanks, Mariela. Good to know."

I smiled at him and shrugged.

"So would you like to stay for dinner, Drew? I made some Fettuccini Alfredo!" My mom's Fettuccini is the best food on earth. The best.

Drew smiled. "I'm not sure if my Mom made me dinner yet. How about I call her and check...?"

My mom nodded. "Oh ya sure."

He called his mom.

"Hi, Mom! Hey, Mariela's mom invited me to stay for dinner. Is that okay with you?" Drew asked. "Oh, great! Thank you."

Drew ended the call. "I'd love to stay, Mrs. Arellano."

My mom smiled. "Okay, then. I'll go get the food ready in the kitchen."

"Thank you," Drew said, smiling.

"My pleasure," my mom said, leaving with a smile on her face.

As soon as my mom left, Drew turned to me and narrowed his eyes. "Just for your information, Mariela Arellano, Drew Jackson does not get scared. Ever."

I rolled my eyes. "Okayyy. If you say so. You should've seen your face! You were all like, "Ahhh! Please don't arrest me!" You were so scared."

"Okay, so I was a little scared. No big deal. Plus I look cute while I'm scared so..." He smirked at me.

I groaned. "Oh my gosh. Really?"

He grinned. "Really, really. But hey, you look pretty cute when you're scared, too, so it's all good."

I squealed on the inside, but tried to look confused on the outside. "When have you ever seen me scared?"

"At the amusent park. Don't you remember how tightly you were gripping my hand?"

I rolled my eyes. "Whateverrr. Let's go wash our hands."

"Okay."

I led him to the bathroom and we washed our hands. After we were done, we went to the dining room.