𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄

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Tuesday, 29th January 2021
(Somerville, Massachusetts)

I just finished school and i am finally home. My parents are both in the kitchen.

"Hey ! What are you doing ?" i ask my parents

"I'm helping your mom for the dinner. She is really excited to get to know your new friends" answers my dad

"Oh, hi baby ! We are preparing dinner, roast chicken with pasta. What do you think ?"

"I think that it's perfect ! Anyways, i'll be in my bedroom" i kiss both of them and leaves the kitchen

I climb the stairs and get to my bedroom. I make my homework really quick and go take a shower. I put on a oversized t-shirt and comfy shorts. I'm about to dry my hair when the doorbell rings...shit. I'm not ready.

"IVY, GO OPEN THE DOOR !" yells my mom from downstairs

"MOM, I AM NOT READY !" i yell back

"WE DO NOT CARE ! GO OPEN THE DOOR !" yells my dad

I sigh and get down the stairs making a lot of noise to show my parents my frustration. I reach the entry door and open it.

"Hi !" says Nick

"Wow..." says Matt clearing talking about my hair

"Yes, sorry. I look like a wet dog, i just got out of the shower..."

"It's okay, you look good" add Chris

"Thanks..." i lowkey start blushing "Hum...let's go upstairs and wait till my parents finish to prepare the dinner"

We all go in my bedroom. I invite them to sit on my bed.

"Ok guys, so my mom prepared the dinner, she made chicken for the occasion"

"Awn...she is so sweet !" declare Nick in a high pitched voice

"Depends on the day...but anyways, it's your first dinner here so my parents will ask a lot of questions"

"It is like normal questions or weird questions ?" asks Chris

"It depends on what you find weird...but i think some of their questions are kinda questionable" i answer

Someone knocks on the door, it's my mom. Dinner is ready. We all get downstairs, my dad is already seated at the table.

"Ok so dad, this is my friends...Nick, Chris and Matt" i specify which one is who "Guys, this is Caleb, my dad and my mom, you already know her, Sienna"

"Nice to meet you, boys" my dad shakes their hands

We sit around the table. Mom serves everyone a portion of pasta and chicken.

***

The dinner was perfect. My parents discussed a lot with Matt and Nick while i was joking around with Chris. Chris accidentally spilled his water on the table, it was just so hilarious cause he was extremely embarrassed. After the dinner, we watched Sponge Bob a little bit (Chris chose it). Then, they went back home cause it was starting to get dark outside and it would have been dangerous to drive. I'm sitting with my parents on the couch watching TV.

"What did you think about the triplets ?" i ask seeking for their validation

"They were just as sweet as they thought they would be. Really sympathetic, really funny...but my favorite was definitely Matt, he is an angel !"

"I liked them, they are good kids...my favorite was Nicolas, he is really thoughtful and he is just a really convincing person. He got me !"

"So Chris is no one's favorite ?" i ask clearly chocked and disappointed

"It's yours" answer my mom

"No it's not, i don't have a favorite..." i contest

"It's obvious that you like him, you're really playful with him and the way you look at him...i can tell that there's something" she says

"No, i don't !" i say looking away embarrassing

"No, she don't !" add my dad "She already has Benji !"

"Dad, what don't you understand in « Benjamin is my best friend » ? I know that you wish he was your son, that he is just perfect but he is my best friend..."

"Doesn't stop him from being your boyfriend..." he adds

"Alright, i'm done" i stand up rolling my eyes "I'm going to bed...Bye jerks !" i leave the living room

"Language, miss Martin !" shouts my dad

"I was joking, Cal !" i shout back

I get to my bedroom and lie on my bed. I take my pills and go chill on my laptop waiting to tiredness to kick in.

TO BE CONTINUED...
Really short chapter sorry...Did you watch Wednesday's video cause it was fucking crazy. Go watch it now if you haven't yet

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