(R) Chapter 7 Unsettled

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We went out to dinner with her parents. It was sweet of them to take us and we really appreciated it. I had never been so happy to be out of my house. It was especially relieving since her parents had returned early and caught us snuggled and naked on the living room floor wrapped in our favorite blanket. At least it wasn't my parents. The conversation was tense at first. I was still so embarrassed.

It was taking Avi awhile to get past getting caught by my parents. Yes, it was embarrassing, but they weren't making a huge deal about it. Being the tourists that they were, they took us to a tourist trap restaurant. Avi rolled his eyes, but I told him to behave. The waiters and waitresses were all dressed like old movie stars and the restaurant was themed as Old Hollywood. We were sat in a fairly secluded spot and just our luck, our waitress recognized Avi. She took our drink orders and provided the specials and it seemed like she was going to be professional about the whole thing.

I sometimes forget that tourist get trapped going to tourist places. It's hard when it's your home to keep that in mind. It's worse when I'm in those places and I get recognized. Sometimes things go well, sometimes they don't. So when her parents drug us to a place we would never go to I had to fight to keep my smart mouth shut. When I clued in that the waitress recognized me, though it's usually a slight ego boost I struggled to remain calm. I was out with my family, I hoped she would be respectful of that. 99% of my fans and PTX fans are. Luck would have it that we got that 1% for a waitress. Based off the snide look she gave me I was starting to think maybe she was someone else's fan.

The waitress returned with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order. We were. We placed them one by one ending with Avi. She kept shooting him looks in between everyone else's order and she was really short with him. After she left, my dad asked Avi if he knew her or something.

"No, I don't. It happens sometimes."

I assured my dad that if it got worse we would request a new server. We casually picked up conversation. I asked my parents what they found to do. They ended up at a few beachside shops and a couple of local museums. I asked them if there was anyplace else they wanted to see. My mom knows I don't have an office but she made the comment that she had never been inside a recording studio before.

Lizzie handled the situation like a pro. I wasn't surprised at all. I was also content to sit back and let her do the talking, because well sometimes I don't do that so well. We chatted lightly. "I thought you might want to see where I work so I made arrangements for a tour of the studio. You get to meet some of the people that I work with daily. I was thinking tomorrow before lunch. Would that work?" I grabbed Lizzie's hand to try and reassure her that we should be able to avoid running into anyone we would rather not run into. "Marissa and Noah own the studio and they know we are coming."

My mom clapped her hands and my dad smiled. "That sounds like an excellent idea, son." Our food arrived just then and it was brought by a different server and it was 100 percent correct. We ate in comfortable silence.

We finished dinner and went for frozen yogurt then headed home. Everything was returning to normal and my sense of embarrassment faded. I kissed Lizzie's cheek. "I need to practice. My fingers itch." I excused myself and headed to the music room.

This was his way of dealing with the stress of the day. I told him that I was probably going to head to bed if he was going to be awhile. My dad went upstairs and mom and I had a quick cup of tea in the kitchen. She asked me if sex in the living room was a common occurrence. I laughed and told her that sex anywhere was a fairly common occurrence. She knew we were being safe and she was happy to know that we had a healthy relationship. We headed upstairs and went our separate ways. I brushed out my hair, pulled on some boy shorts and a tank top and crawled under the covers. I hoped Avi wouldn't be up too late.

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