5 Months Later…
“You nervous?” I asked Peter, slipping my hand into his.
He shrugged. “To them I’m just going to be your friend, right?”
I laughed at his nervousness. “Of course!”
He shrugged again. “Then there’s nothing to be nervous about, right?”
“They won’t eat you! They’re my parents not monsters!” I said, still laughing.
He laughed too, but I could tell that he was still nervous. “Is there a big difference between the two?”
“Who? Monsters and my parents?”
He gave me a devilish grin. “Yeah.”
“Ah, low blow. They’re not that bad.”
“‘They’re not that bad’ What a lie.”
I scoffed. “C’mon, you don’t even know them!”
He gave me a look. “You’ve told me plenty.”
“My gosh, don’t be so dramatic!”
He rolled his eyes. “Okay, let’s get this over with.”
“Let’s hope for the best!” I took my hand out of his and opened my front door. School had just gotten out, and I was excited to introduce Peter to my parents. Peter walked in behind me, shifting his weight from foot to foot nervously. I almost started laughing at how ridiculous he looked. “Mom? Dad?” I called out, venturing into the kitchen. They were both there, sitting at the kitchen table, talking about something. There were papers spread out across the table and my mom looked messy. Her hair was all over the place, carelessly pulled back with a hair tie. Her clothes were wrinkled and she was frowning. My dad had on a suit, enough said.
They both looked up as I walked in, and my mom immediately looked over my shoulder at Peter.
“Hey, Mom? Dad? This is Peter, my friend,” I said.
My mom narrowed her gaze at me.
Please, I thought, please don’t mess this up, Mom, please.
“Alexandra,” she said her voice flat. “I wasn’t aware that you were having company over today.”
“Well, uh, I just wanted to introduce him to both of you.”
My dad got up and turned to face me. “Alex, now’s not really the time.” His voice was flat, too.
“It’s nice to meet you, Peter,” my dad said, “but I don’t think right now’s a good time for you to be here.”
“Alexandra,” my mom said, “Right now isn’t a good time. Didn’t you hear your father?”
“Mom, I just wanted to—”
“Alexandra,” my mom said, her voice rising slightly. “Now’s not a good time.”
Anger welled up inside me, but I stayed quiet. “I’ve never brought home anyone before. I don’t even really hang—”
“What about that stunt you pulled when you just went over to ‘Danielle’s’ house? Have you completely forgotten about that?”
“Mom that was five months ago, or more.”
“Alexandra. I’ve told you that right now’s not a good time right now to have friends over. Your father and I are in the middle of something right now.”
“You’re always in the middle of something!” I said, almost shouting.
“Alex, lower your voice,” my dad said, glaring at me.
“I just wanted to introduce you to him! All you could do is just say hi! Why is that so hard?”
“Alexandra. Stop. Take him home and then come straight back. You will study for the rest of the day. End of discussion.”
“Alexandra.” Both of them were glaring at me now.
My shoulders sagged in defeat. I couldn’t believe this. I knew they wouldn’t be able to be decent. I knew it. I turned around and walked out of the kitchen and then out of the house. Peter was following close behind me. When we got into my car, we were both silent. The whole car ride to his house was quiet. When I pulled up in front of his house, I turned to him.
“Don’t apologize,” he said. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“It just wasn’t a good time for them. I should’ve warned them or something. It was my fault—”
“Are you seriously defending them right now?”
“Peter, they had a point. I never—”
“No, Alex. They didn’t have any point. They shouldn’t have done that.”
“Hey, now listen. They both looked stressed out even before I introduced you to them. It was a bad time. I shouldn’t have just barged in like that.”
“It’s your house, Alex! You can just go in at any time! They treat you like absolute shit!”
“Peter, stop. They don’t.”
“Don’t defend them!”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Peter!” I said, getting more than a little pissed. “Stop! You aren’t there all the time! You don’t know what it’s like!”
“Do you hear yourself right now? Are you kidding me?”
“Shut up! Just shut up! They’re my parents.”
He just stared at me. “Alex, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”
“Peter, you don’t know them. So don’t act like you do.”
“You’ve told me—”
“I only tell you the bad shit! So just stop! Stop! Just shut up!”
“Why are you being like this?” Peter said, yelling.
I had had enough. “Get out,” I said, my voice deadly calm.
“What?” he said incredulously.
“Get out! Get out of my car!”
He stared at me in disbelief. “Alex you can’t be ser—”
“Peter. Get out of my fucking car.”
He just shook his head and got out, slamming the door. I sped off as soon as he started walking away. He didn’t know them. He couldn’t just talk about them like that. They were my parents.
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