Never Too Soon

Dinner

POV: Harper

"You can't just wear shorts and a sweatshirt, Harper. A guest is going to be here." My Nan put her hands on her hips and looked at me.

"Why not? It's just my neighbor." I whined and stomped my foot like a child.

"No Harper. At least put jeans on." She pointed to my room.

I groaned and stomped my way into my room and put jeans on, but kept my sweatshirt on.

"Better?" I slightly stuck my arms out once I got back into the kitchen for my Nan's approval.

"Change your shirt. That one is wrinkled and has a stain on it." She glanced at me and gave her second order.

I huffed and did as told so I didn't get bitched at more than I already had.

"I'll put a tank top on. Can't go wrong with that." I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and tossed it somewhere in my room before switching my t-shirt for a tank top that was one of my very few clothes that was clean.

I repeated my actions and watched my Nan's face for approval.

"Better although I would like for you to have a nicer shirt on, I will settle for that, but only because it's your neighbor." My Nan sighed and shook her head. "Should've known you were gay. Your hair is always in a messy bun, you wear sweatshirts with shorts, and you avoid boys like the plague, and here we are inviting a girl over for dinner."

"God messed up when he was adding spices. He put too much gay in and too much anxiety, and forgot the confidence spice entirely." I shrugged.

"God didn't mess up. You're perfect just the way you are." My Nan gave me a look to check myself before I wreaked myself. "Even the Pope is okay with gay people."

"He is okay with them. He just doesn't think it's right for them to get married." I clarify and my Nan nodded her head.

"I know, and that's why I pulled from the church. I had been going to the same one for years every other Sunday, but once they voice their opinions on homosexuality I had to leave. One second they are telling you to never judge and love thy neighbor, but they don't practice what they preach when it's a girl marrying a girl because that's who she loves." My Nan gave me a small smile. "I do love you, Harper. I don't say it much, I don't say it much with anyone. Even I have a hard time expressing it, but I prove it by doing things. I wake up early nearly every morning to make you breakfast because I love you. I didn't do that for your Gramps. He can make his own damn food." My Nan rolled his eyes.

I giggled and tried to refrain from crying.

"So anyways, the only sins that is being made is that people are one, they say to judge no one but then they go and judge hundreds of thousands of people that they don't even know, and two, they say to love thy neighbor, but only if they are a model member of the church." My Nan cleared her own throat to prevent herself from tearing up herself.

A knock on the door made my anxiety shoot through the roof in a millisecond.

"Go get the door, Harper." My Nan gave me a look and I knew not to protest.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before opening the door.

"Hey Harper. I brought banana pudding?" Lauren smiled as she held a large glass bowl of pudding.

"My Nan will be mad at you, but thank you." I smiled and let her in.

"Lauren! It's good to see you!" My dad stopped making the table and came over to Lauren. One thing about my dad is that he knows no stranger. He could talk to anyone about anything and is big on hugging.