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Chapter 33: Family Dinner

Chapter 33: Family Dinner

~Ollie~

       Every time my family had to go out somewhere, Grant was usually the last one to finish getting ready because he was a pretty boy and always took as much time as he could to get ready. There were times where I was the last one to get ready but that was only because I was procrastinating and waited until the last minute to get ready.

       Dad, on the other one, was never the last one to get ready. In fact, he was always the first. Always.

       Except for this time.

       I was sitting on the couch and Grant was lying across it, his head resting on my lap as we waited for Dad to finish getting ready. And the funny thing was that Dad was the first one to start getting ready.

       I looked at the time on my phone before sighing heavily and leaning back into the couch. How long was he going to take? We were surely going to be late meeting Cyndi at the restaurant if he wasn't ready in the next couple minutes.

       "I'm tempted to leave without him," I said. "I don't want to be late meeting my mom."

       "You already met her," Grant said, probably as a way to try to calm me down a bit.

       It didn't work.

       "You know what I meant, Grant," I said. "I'm meeting her as my mom, not just as someone my dad grew up with. I don't want to be late."

       "We won't be late," Grant said. "If anything, we'll be on time and Cyndi will be early. So since your dad is taking forever, want to have a make-out session to make time pass faster."

       I gave Grant a flat look. "Did you have to ask there when there are two other people in this room right now? One of them being a little girl?"

       Grant furrowed his eyebrows. "What, really? Where?"

       "Uh, right here," Ernest spoke up from his spot at the kitchen table where he and Myra were eating dinner. 

       "Wait, what?" Grant asked, sitting up to look at Ernest and Myra. "How long have you been here? Why are you here?"

       "Because Myra and I have been living here for over a month?" Ernest said. "You were literally here when I came here saying I needed a place to stay. You've had meals with me."

       "Oh, right," Grant said. "My bad. So, Ernest, how about you and Myra leave the house and spend time with your loving girlfriend?"

       "She's at work right now," Ernest said.

       Grant huffed, crossing his arms and lying back on my lap. "My life is the worst. Is it so hard to just ask for some peace and quiet so I could make-out with my husband?"

       Dad's bedroom door finally opened as he walked out. "Yes, that is so hard to ask for. And for the future, please refrain from saying it outright that you want to make out with my son."

       "At least I didn't say I want to bang him," Grant said. "Which I also want to do. Right now."

       I rolled my eyes, sighing heavily. "Grant, seriously? For once, can you just filter your mouth so you don't say stuff like that around my dad? Or around anyone else to be honest?"

       "I mean, I can but I find it better to speak my mind," Grant said before sitting up to look at Dad. "Oh, now I get why you were taking so long getting ready. You're looking sharp."