The Fanboy.

Chapter 4

After he cleared everything with my uncle, (he basically told him that I had been taken away again and wasn't coming back), we headed to his house again. After 2 short, nervous minutes we got there, a large house that was painted... "Purple? Why purple?"
Jason sighed. "Well you see, my parents like to um express their inner potential," he said with a laugh.
"Well you don't hear that every day." I chuckled. Jason held the door for me as I stepped into his misty, glum home.
"Mom! Dad!" Jason yelled. Then he whispered, "They work at home do they should be here." Suddenly a thunderstorm of footsteps came thudding down the stairs. A lady with messy hair and wide glasses came swinging around the corner but stopped short when she saw me. "Well, JJ, who's this?"
"Mom, this Dakota. She's the equivalent of an orphan. She's staying at our house now." Jason explained as he dragged me around the corner, and up the stairs. "Well okay then. Hello Dakota," Jason's mother stopped me to shake my hand, "we are very happy to have you in our home. You can stay in the guest room. Jason, your dad is at the grocery store. He will be home in 20 minutes. I'm making spaghetti for dinner, do you like spaghetti Dakota?"
"Anything is fine ma'am." I said.
"Oh you don't have call me that, sweetheart. Call me Mrs. Adeelia."
"Yea we're not the military," Jason joked, which earned him a smack from his mother. "Yeah, yeah." Jason mocked as he led me put the rest of the stairs. He took me to a bare white room with just a bed, a desk, and a heater.
"It's, um, a little bare." Jason muttered. "That's 'cause of my brother. He hated anything eccentric. He hated my parents. He always kept his room white. Then he um got hit by a car while crossing the street. He was only 11. I was there, with him. I was 8."
"Oh, Jason I'm so sorry." I whispered.
"Yeah, nevermind that. This is what I really wanted to show you." He grabbed my hand as he pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. Leading me down the hallway, he started singing the jaws theme song. We ended up at a room at the very end of the hall. "This, my dear Dakota, is my room. Prepare to experience internal awesomeness that can never be beaten."
As I peered into Jason's room I gasped. He grinned. "Sick right?"
"Epic," I mumbled. His room was a in-home library. Bookshelves lined the walls. His bed was like a bunk bed with a desk on the bottom and a spiral, glass-shelved, full-of-books staircase leading up to the king sized bed at the top. I was in heaven. He had a hanging chair in the corner, a beanbag near the door, and a trampoline built into the floor. "Yea, my parents were happy to have a fanboy son, so they gave me the world to design my room. The chair is a reading chair of course, the desk for writing, the trampoline for restless writers block, and the beanbag is there 'cause sometimes it's hard to find the right position to read."
"Wow," I said, "all I've had to read or write was a floor, and a book or paper."
"Well I'm not sure we can put in the whole library, or trampoline, or whole bed situation, but we can start designing your room tomorrow okay?"
"Okay." I said as I smiled at the tfios reference. Just then a call echoed up the stairs.
"Jason!!!! Dakota!!!! Dads home!" It was Jason's mother.
"Hold on, ma!" Jason shouted. "My dads home." He grinned. This was going to be interesting.
We headed downstairs to see an older version of Jason. He looked exactly like Jason, but his glasses were a different shape, and not cracked in various places.
"Ah, you must be Dakota." Mr. Adeelia said as he reached out to shake my hand. I nodded.
"Well, you'll be good to Jason, I hope." My face flushed.
"DAD! SHE IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND! Well unless you want to be..." Jason smirked. My face flushed even more and Jason's mom hit both boys on the arms.
"Be polite," she hissed.
"Yes,I-I truly am sorry, Ms. Dakota," Jason's father stated in between laughs as he bowed. That earned him another smack. Suddenly a timer went off.
"Dinner! Jason set the table, Gabriel help me set the plates out." Mrs. Adeelia ordered.
"And what-what can I do?" I said quietly.
"She speaks!" Jason's father shrieked. Glaring at her husband Jason's mother smiled. "You just sit tight honey. Maybe help Jason put out the silverware."
I walked over to where Jason was getting out the forks and spoons for the spaghetti. As I reached for some napkins at the same time that Jason did, our hands met, and the tension thickened. Just then Jason's father peeked over our shoulders and said, "Awkward silence." As he started to laugh we all joined in, chuckling all the way through dinner at some of the things being stated. I think it what was everyone needed that night.