If I'm Wrong, There's No Such Thing As Right[CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING]

Chapter 6: Meeting the Parents

Nothing but silence.

Obviously something he was saying wasn't making sense, but he didn't really know what. She just stood there and looked at him with a surprised look on her face. Or was it terrified? He could never tell the difference.
     "Kiku," she cleared her throat cautiously," why are you here?" Ok, now he was confused. She didn't sound as happy as he predicted.
     "To give you a surprise. So... Surprise!" He was greeted with more silence. Melody opened up her mouth to say something, but he never got to hear it as he heard the sounds of car doors closing. Apparently, Melody must've heard it to, because she went into full scale panic mode.
     "Oh geez, oh geez, oh geez, oh geez!" she chanted, frantically waving her arms around. She grabbed unto Kiku's arm. Rather aggressively, he might add. But he didn't think he minded too much.
     "Kiku, quick! Get under the bed! Wait, no! Jump out the window! No, wait! Get in the closet!" He heard the front door open and close.
     "You worry too much. And then guess what? You'll bald prematurely," he warned. Melody gave him a look of complete shock.
     "Kiku, forget balding prematurely! My parents will rip out my hair before I get the chance to! Please, just get in the closet!" she pleaded.
     "Excuse me?!" he yelled.
     "Hey, is that meso soup? What ya got going on in here, missy?" he heard a female voice call. Her mom sounded nice. But she probably wasn't if she ripped out hair.
     "No, no, no! It's a joke. Look, no time for cultural confusion! Just please, get in the closet!" She had now turned him around and was forcefully pushing him in the closet. He was halfway in.
     "But friend, I wish to meet your parents!" he whined, pushing back against her.
     "What's that going on up there, Mel?" This time it was a male voice, very deep and throaty. She sounded more like her mother.
     "Kiku! For the love of God, JUST GET IN!" She has successfully pushed him onto the closet and slammed the door shut. It was dark, but luckily for him, they were sliding doors.
     "Ok Melody, were coming up there!" her mother warned. Melody began hyperventilating. The poor thing.
     "Melody, let me out!" Kiku whispered through the closet.
     "Absolutely not!" she whispered back. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Melody tensed at this, but Kiku relaxed. He was finally going to meet them! He slid the door open a bit, showing one of his coffee colored eyes.
     "Let me out! Come on, I'd wish to be set free!" he cooed.
     "Please stop talking!" she cooed back. There were footsteps down the hall. He stuck am arm out.
     "You can't stop fate. Let me say hi!" he grunted, stifling against the door that Melody had now began to block with her body. The footsteps stopped. They were here!
     "What fate? You're lucky if I don't call the cops on you for breaking into my house! This is not what friends do!" He heard three knocks.
     "Melody, can we come in?" the female voice asked.
     "No, not really!" she denied. Now the male voice spoke up.
    "Melody Kari Foster, you do not tell your mother no," Kiku could feel her shrinking against the closet door,"now open up this door!" She gave no response. Kiku wanted to do it badly.
     "Alright! After three knocks, we're coming in!" the male voice boomed.
     "Oh geez!" Melody whimpered.

Knock!

Kiku pushed open the sliding door with great force.

Knock!

Melody tried to push him back in, but he grabbed her gently by the arm and spun her like she was an ice skater.

Knock!

Before she could adjust her vision, he quickly made himself comfortable on her bed. He was going to greet her parents whether she liked it or not. This is what couples did.
     "Ok, we're coming in!" the female voice said as the door was thrown open, almost knocked from its hinges. It suddenly reminded him of that time he left her house in a fury.
     "What in the world?!" her father yelled out. By now, Melody could see straight, Kiku was placed comfortably on her bed, and her parents were staring at both of them like they had turned from blue to green.
     "Kon'nichiwa, Mr. and Mrs. Foster," he greeted, forcing a small smile. Them, the room turned so silent, tug could hear the dust particals fall from the ceiling. Oh no, he forgot to dust!
     "Young lady, so have a lot of explaining to do."