The Boy in Blue

Chapter 14

We walk down the stairs for dinner, Lance is walking confidently, as always. I, on the other hand, am still blushing all over the place. When we get to the kitchen, mom already has dinner ready. We're having spaghetti, with lots of oregano.

Mom looks up from setting the table, "Hey, honey. I'll take it from your expression that it was pretty good, huh?" She smirks at me.

"Sh-shut up, mom, I don't want to talk about it," I look away at the floor.

Lance smiles at me, "Oh, come on, princess, it's just your mom," he turns to her, "It was great, your son tastes marvelous," he smirks.

I blush even harder, and shove him as hard as I can, "L-Lance! Don't say things like that!"

He laughs as he holds his ground, "Sorry, princess, I thought it'd be funny," I glare at him. He turns back to my mom, "Anyways, what are we having?" He can see what we're having, but he tries to flatter mom anyway.

"Well, you already had dessert, but for dinner, we're having spaghetti. You can help yourself, Lance." She suddenly remembers something, "Oh, I almost forgot. Lance, your mother knows you're staying for dinner, right?"

He nods his head, "Yes, Ms. Kogane, she knows I'm staying."

"There's no need to be formal, you did just screw around with my son. You can call me mom, I will be your mother-in-law soon, anyways, won't I?" She laughs.

I blush, but Lance keeps his composure, "Yes, of course," he turns to me, "If he'll have me that is."

I nod quietly, "Y-yeah, of course."

He pulls out a chair and sits down, "You know, princess, you're so cute when you're flustered."

I sit in the chair next to him, "Shut up! I am not!"

Mom puts some pasta in front of us, "Here you go, kids." This is weird, she doesn't usually get the food for me, I have to get it from the pan myself. It must be because Lance is here.

She grabs a seat with her own plate, "So, you two already have nicknames for each other." She turns to Lance, "So you call him 'princess,' what does he call you?"

"I call him an ass because that's what he is. Always bugging me at school, and calling me 'princess.'"

He drapes his arm around my shoulders and turns my face towards him, "But I thought you liked it, princess."

I blush again, "I do, that's the problem. Whatever, let's just eat." I try to twirl the pasta around my fork, but it just falls down, and doesn't work, so I just eat messily. Lance, on the other hand, can twirl the pasta like a master, it looks great and there's no mess. There he goes again, being perfect at everything.

Mom looks up at us, "Oh, damn. I should've just given you one plate to share, then you could've had that whole spaghetti scene, like from Lady and the Tramp," she laughs.

I blush, but Lance laughs with her, "It's okay, mom, we don't need spaghetti to make us kiss. Isn't that right, princess?" He looks over at me.

I look back at him, but there's spaghetti sauce all over my face, since not everybody can be as perfect as Lance.

He tries to hold back a laugh, but it doesn't work. He laughs so hard he almost starts choking. Once he's done with all of that, he leans in, "Come here, princess."

He kisses me before I can realize what's happening. When he lets go, he has sauce all over his face, too. I let out a small laugh, and they both join in.

When we're all done laughing, I wipe my mouth to get the sauce off, "Not that I mind your kisses, just please give me a warning next time?"

He smiles at me, "Of course, princess. Anything for you."