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Let Me In [18]

I Met Him On Tumblr

✥ Chapter 18: Let Me In ✥

>> “Gimme, gimme that love, I'll be waitin' for ya'. Catch my hand, I'll be fightin' for ya. Let me in, yeah, let me get closer. Got me runnin' wild like I feel it all over. Catch my hand, I'll be fightin' for ya'.” – Let Me In by Grouplove 

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“Uh Nea, this very excited and kind of embarrassing woman is my Mum,” Jason introduced.

            The woman pushed Jason out of the way and she looked cute but I was still shit scared of her. “Aw Jason! She’s beautiful!” The woman cooed and I almost started laughing. She sounded like she was talking about a puppy or something. “I’m Andi, Jason’s Mum and I am so glad to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much about you. Jason never shuts up about you.”

            “All good things I hope.” I gave Jason a small smirk.

            “Very good things. I’ve never heard him speak so highly of someone! Elizabeth! Come down!” A couple of moments later, a teenage girl that wouldn’t be much younger than me stumbled down the stairs.

            “Mum,” She groaned as she walked down. “What’s up? I’m watching Supernatural!” The girl looked up at me and her eyes widened. “Oh. Hi.”

            “Supernatural is pretty f- ” I had literally been in the house for under five minutes and I already almost have used the word ‘fuck’. “Supernatural is pretty awesome, aye? Season 4 is my favourite.”

            “I like season 4 as well but my favourite is season 5.”

            “What season are you watching right now?”

            “I’m rewatching a bunch of random episodes. Ugh, I hate waiting for the new season! I’m dying.” Okay, I think I’m doing pretty well with his sister.

            “Beth, this is Linnea and Linnea this is my favourite sister, Beth,” Jason said, wrapping an arm around my waist. I watched his Mum swoon like a teenage girl at a Justin Bieber or One Direction concert.

            Elizabeth scoffed. “I’m your only sister, asshole.”

            “Language Elizabeth,” a man I had never seen before said. His voice sounded like it had a faint accent. I was pretty sure the man was Jason’s Dad when they looked almost identical. The accent was American, I probably wouldn’t have known if Jason hadn’t already told his Dad was born in American.

            “Look Jesse! Look how cute they are!” Andi squealed. “Linnea, sweetie, this is Jason’s Dad, Jesse.”

            “I’m surprised a pretty girl like yourself would actually want to be with my son. He can be an asshole.”

            “Language Jesse,” Elizabeth mocked.

Elizabeth and Jesse started arguing and Jason grabbed my hand, leading me into another room. A little boy, probably around 6 ran towards us. “Hey little man! What are you doing?”