Teach Me

Chapter Forty-Four: Asking Permission

ALANA POV

Today was the day that I was telling my parents about leaving with Chris to LA. I was beyond terrified of what they would say. Their response really wasn't going to change my decision, but I'd feel better if I left my parents on good terms. I didn't want to get into a fight or an argument with them. I just crossed my fingers and hoped they'd understand.

"Chris, when are we leaving?" I asked as I watched him pull on his shirt. He sighed and checked his phone, looking at the time.

"Soon. But you should start getting ready and stop worrying about it. Worrying just makes it worse." He mumbled reassuringly. I nodded and leaned in, kissing him softly. But telling my parents wasn't the only thing I was worrying about. Now I was thinking about the times to come in the near future; I hope our love for one another could withstand what was about to be thrown at us. It was really putting our relationship to the test, but I wasn't going to back down. I took a deep breath as Chris pulled away and smiled at me.

"I'll be ready in a few." I said, hopping up and going over to the dresser to pick out clothes.

A few minutes turned into several minutes, which turned into half an hour.

"Babe, they're your parents. Don't worry about how you look." Chris protested as I worried over how to dress.

"Yeah but...maybe it'll make them see me as more of an adult if I dress nicer. If they see me as an adult, they'll think I'm more mature, and that'll make them less worried about me moving to LA with you, when I can't run to them if I need help." I explained quickly. Chris stared at me for a minute, his eyebrow raised in confusion.

"You know you're thinking wayyy too far into this. If they say yes, then great. But how you dress probably won't affect their decision." He said, shaking his head. He gently took the clothes out of my hands, sitting them on the bed. Then he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and a light blue v-neck shirt. He turned around and handed them to me. "Wear these." He said firmly. I looked up at him in shock. I had been debating between several different dresses, not a pair of jeans and a shirt.

"But Chris-"

"Just do it." He encouraged, handing me the clothes. I sighed deeply.

"Fine." I took the clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When I was finished I got dressed and looked into the mirror, blushing at my stupidity. Chris was right, my parents wouldn't care what I was wearing. They would just see me as their daughter walking through the door, no matter how I dressed. I shouldn't have added that to my list of things to worry about, it was just another unnecessary thing that had stressed me out.

When I walked out of the bathroom Chris smiled at me.

"Much better." He said in an approving tone. I blushed and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him softly. He smiled and returned the kiss before pulling away. He gently took my hand. "Don't worry, I'll be with you." he reminded me. I nodded and sighed, and he led us downstairs, getting his car keys off the counter. I followed him outside and into his lambo, looking over at what he was wearing for the first time. He was dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. Now I knew why he wanted me to dress simple, too. If I had worn one of those dresses it would have made him seem out of place. I smiled a little at the thought. Chris pulled out his GPS, but I waved it away.

"You won't need that, their house isn't that far. I can just give you the directions." I informed him. He shrugged and put it back into the glove compartment. He started the car and backed out of the driveway, pulling out of the neighborhood. I told him how to get to my parents house, and ten minutes later we were stopping in front of their house. My heart started beating a little faster. When I left their house, I would either be on good terms with them, or I would hate them. I hoped it was the former, for everyone's sake. But they seemed to approve of Chris, so that was a good sign. Chris had told me that they seemed pretty laid back, and he was almost certain that they wouldn't mind me going to LA with him. But he had known them for a few minutes; I had known them for eighteen years, and I didn't completely agree with Chris' statement. They weren't that laid back.