Chapter Eleven

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I got back home by seven fifteen. I went inside and instantly my mom started to flip out.

"What is that on your throat?" Mom asked. "Is that a tattoo?!"

"Yes Mom, I got a couple tattoos," I replied. "Is it alright if I stay at Christy's for the night?"

"Why do you need to spend the night there?" Dad asked.

"Because I feel like it Dad."

"Well what if I refuse?"

"I would have to say that you might want to reconsider since I'm legally an adult."

"Well then go, just make sure you have a change of clothes."

"Ok thanks Dad."

"Be sure to be safe Ben," Mom added and I knew what she was talking about.

"Mom!"

"What? I'm just saying."

"Mom, we're just friends."

"For now."

"I think I'm done."

My parents sometimes pissed me off, but sometimes after I'm done being angry I just laugh at them, at the jokes my mom makes.

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