~Chapter 14- Date Night~
"Hey guys it's me Jay! Yeah I know what your thinking, where's Dani and Rider? Well we decided we should make our own videos every once in a while and I decided why don't I do my video today!" I say as I look into the camera
"Jay? Is that you?" My mom calls from upstairs
I sigh.
"Yeah mom?"
"Can you stop filming for five minutes and help me?"
"Alright well I don't know if you heard her or not but I will see you guys in the next try. Later guys."
I put my hand over the camera and end the video.
"Let's hope this won't take long." I mutter as I climb the stairs
I get upstairs and knock on my mom's bedroom door.
The door flies open in seconds to reveal my mom, a lady who thinks wearing her hoodie with stains on it is something to wear to a nice restaurant. But no she is wearing an actual dress.
"Finally your here! What took you so long?" She says anxious
"I had to walk upstairs."
"Don't be smart with me. I'm freaking out! I need your opinion."
"Please don't tell me it's about clothes." I beg
"It's about clothes." She says giving me a weak smile
"I'm out. Peace!"
Before I even make it to the door she stops me.
"And just where are you going?"
When I turn around she has her hands on her hips and has her 'I'm going to ground you in you don't help me face'.
"But you had a daughter for this exact reason." I say
"Yes well. Your sister is working and won't be back till later."
I groan. "Fine. What am I helping you get ready for?"
I walk over and sit on the edge of her bed.
"A date."
"Like a real date."
"Yes."
"Like going to an actual restaurant and not to a bar where you can wear your favorite hoodie with the stains on it."
"Yes. What's the big deal?" She laughs a little
"Nothing it's just I'm happy your getting out there again."
"Aww thank you sweetie."
And she comes in for the kill which is where she hugs me then kisses me on the cheek with her bright red lipstick, so it stays till I wash it off.
"Hey! I'm home!" A voice yells from downstairs
"Great! Now she can help you." I say getting up from her bed
"Rebecca get up here!" My mom yells. "And you, you stay here."
"Ok mom I'll be up there in a second." My sister yells back
"Mom I think she brought home another guy."
"But isn't she with that one guy."
"No but I'll go see."
"Wait why do you care?" My mom asks before I run out of her room
"Because I'm the man of the house."
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The Games We Play
HumorI've never been the person to play games. But I don't know why I keep lying to myself because it seems every time me and my friends have nothing to do we always make up a different game.
