The Good Girl's Bad Boys Fanfic

Chapter 28 Riding a Bike

It took the boys and Naomi FIVE HOURS to get me out of that elevator. The first hour, Declan tried to kick it open like an idiot and ended up breaking his big toe from it. The second hour, Naomi started pounding on it with her fists and broke her left wrist. The third hour, Jordan tried hitting it open with a baseball bat, and started crying when his bat snapped in half. The forth hour, Bennett started shouting profanities at the elevator, and texting me nonstop. All of his texts said, I love you. It was sweet at first, but then it just started getting on my nerves because that's literally all he said. The last hour, they finally decided to ask the staff for help. Meanwhile, I was busy trying not to pee in my favorite jeans.
Now, I'm cleaning the house because my parents are coming home today. My parents own a big company and have to go on a lot of business trips, so I barely ever get to see them. It's been that way since I was fourteen. Before that, my dad was a doctor and my mom was teaching lessons on the medical field at the local college. Then, they decided to collaborate and make a company where they can publish magazines about medical stuff.  When they come home to see me for about a month before traveling again, my dad declares that he's a man. This basically means that he will grill everything we eat, even things that shouldn't be grilled, like lasagna. Plus, he would start growing a beard and/or a mustache. My mom will take up some new hobby, declaring it her "creative time of year." Last year, my dad and I were forced to wear the really itchy and ugly sweaters she made. As soon as they left, I remember driving to a thrift store and "donating" the sweater so I'll never have to see it again. As soon as I got my home, my dad texted me, practically begging me to donate his sweater, too.
I squeal, setting down the duster I was using when I hear the door unlock. They're home!
"Mom!" I call. "Dad!"
My mom steps into the living room, standing right in front of me. "Blair?" she asks. "Where are you?"
I roll my eyes. "Um, here," I say, waving a hand in front of her face.
She turns around and smiles at me. "I missed you, sweetie," she says, hugging me. "We need to have a family meeting."
"Wait," I say quickly, pulling away. "I need to talk to you and Dad. It's about Bennett and-"
"Family meeting!" my dad booms from inside the hallway. He always manages to be loud. He's one of those people that can keep you awake at five in the morning. "Blair!" he steps into the living room and blinks when he sees me. "Oh. That was fast."
"Dad," I say. "I need to talk to you guys about-"
"We need to talk to you, too," my mom says. "Your father and I were talking last night, and somehow we got on- Honey, how did we start talking about it?"
"It was from watching the news," my dad says, taking a step closer to my mom. "A teenage boy got kidnapped because his parents were never home."
Oh god.
"Right," my mom says, nodding. "So we came to the conclusion that you shouldn't be home if we're not home, Blair."
"Either you get homeschooled and travel with us or you could stay with a friend while we're on our business trips," my dad says. "We'll give you some time to think about it."
I nod, but I know with a sinking feeling that this means my parents aren't going to stop their business trips for me. Sometimes I miss them and just want my family to be normal where we see each other every day. But I know that's on the list of things I can't have.
"So we might working a bit while we're here," my mom says. "We got supplies." She gestures to the hallway, where I can see a thousand grocery bags with microwaveable foods. Ever since I almost burned the house down making oven mini pizza when I was fifteen, they haven't trusted me with the oven since. "And there's always emergency money in the couch," she adds. "Will you be okay?"
I bite my lip. For years, the couch has served as a place for the household cash. But that's only when my parents are gone on business trips. I guess since they're apparently going to be working here, I'll barely see them until they say goodbye before they go on another business trip.
Business trips. Who needs them? They just tear families apart.
Thinking this, I smile at my mom and dad. "I'll be okay," I tell them.
My dad smiles back. "Good," he says. "Wouldn't want my only child to be depressed."
  I fake a laugh. "I'm going to go call Bennett," I say.
My mom gasps. "Oh, that reminds me. Did he ask you out the right way?"
"Um. . .y-yeah," I stutter. "He got me roses and everything."
Darn I wish that was true.
Before my mom can reply, I run out of the living room and out onto the front porch, remembering what Bennett said to me as soon as I got out of that elevator.
I'll do anything for you, Blair. All you have to do is call me because according to Charlie Puth, I'm only one call away.
I quickly dial his number and he answers it on the third ring.
"Blair?" he asks. "Do you need anything?"
"Yeah," I say.
"What is it?"
When I tell him, I expect him to be confused. Or maybe laugh at me. But he does neither. He just considers it for a moment, and then says, "Yeah. I can do that."
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