everlong

victorious

December 24th, 1992
"Look what we got!" Julia yelled with pep as she ran out of the store, my mother laughing behind her. "What?" She and my mom held up black t shirts with yellow smiley faces. Nirvana shirts.

"Oh my god." I laughed, shaking my head. She giggled and folded the t shirts back into a shopping bag. "We should get home. I've got the turkey in the oven." Mom said. I nodded in agreement. We walked out of the shopping center and to my moms car.

Julia put the bags in the trunk, and slid into the back seat, while I rode shotgun. I made funny faces at her in the rearview mirror as we rode home. She contained laughter, her gloved hand clasped over her mouth.

We pulled into the driveway. I got the shopping bags and went up to the door. "Mom, you should really lock this. I don't want you getting hurt." I advised, tucking some hair behind my ears. She scoffed. "That sounds like something I'd say to you. Besides, there isn't any harm here, David." She said, wandering into the kitchen. I heard her open the oven.

I rolled my eyes and followed her. Julia and I helped her prepare dinner. "Do you two want wine?" Mom asked. She and I both nodded vigorously. She chuckled and poured it for us.

"Thank you!" We said in unison. She sat down across from us. She got into deep conversation with my mom, talking about work and stuff.

I put my hand on her knee and rubbed it. She gave me a small, grateful smile. Once we finished dinner, we helped mom put the leftovers away.

"Ginny, we've got the dishes." Julia assured my mother when she picked up a wet, soapy sponge and a dirty plate. She smiled at us, then went upstairs. I got next to Jules and started washing the wine glasses.

"I love you." She said, her eyes still glued to the glass she was washing. My heart fucking melted. "I love you more, Jules." I whispered, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

She blushed and returned to cleaning. We were soon moved on from glasses, and onto plates. "Lets see who can wash the most dishes first." I proposed, smirking.

She clenched her jaw. "You're on."

We scrambled to wash down bowls and plates, fighting over dishes. Pretty soon, everything was clean.

"I won! I washed 12. You washed 10." She said, sticking her tongue out and crossing her arms over her chest. I rolled my eyes. "Fine, victory to Julia." I said,cupping her face. She kissed me.

"I always win, grohl."