Misconceptions (may change, this is new)

Three.

Emily's light green Jeep pulled in just as Gerald came out of his game room, causing him to go on a tirade of "Who's coming to this house this late?" and "another one of those god awful friends of yours!" Until he saw Ems walking up the steps with a big, obviously fake smile.

"Hey Mr. Larsen!" she called as she hopped up the stairs, her skirt bouncing against her legs. "I guess Leta didn't tell you I was coming over," here she added a fake laugh, 'for authenticity' she was sure to say in the car. And it worked. Of course.

"Haha, yeah no, I guess she forgot to mention it," he shot daggers at me and I sighed inwardly as he turned back to Emily. "Well, what's up today?" he inquired, hands going to his hips. Something that would look feminine, but with his bulky body and beer gut, looked more like someone who was standing before the fridge trying to choose between a beer and a sandwich, and ultimately would grab both.

Emily jumped in with a little giggle and jabbered on about a sleepover for a few girls from school. Movies, snacks, and talking about boys ha ha.

She looked on innocently as he muttered "Aw, I don't know... She was supposed to help around the house tomorrow... Ah how could I say no to that face!" Emily lit up like she hadn't been expecting that exact play out. The same one that happened every time she asked him if something.

"Thank you so much Mr. Larsen!" she grabbed my hand and began walking me down the hall. "You're the best!"

He rubbed the back of his neck in a creepy, predator like was as he said "Aw shucks, you kids today." I could have puked. "And I told you-" he called after us, "call me Gerald!"