"Are you ready for school to start up again?"

    My parents asked me that question every year on the evening before the first day of school, but this year it seemed different. They were both on edge, and it seemed as if the question were simply a formality instead of something they genuinely wanted to hear the answer to.

    "Yeah, I think so. It should be fine."

    "They say junior year is the hardest." My mother commented, staring at the peas on her dinner plate without touching them. "Are you nervous about that?"

    "Not really." I shook my head. "I don't think it's something that I'm going to be stressing over too much. I have good grades."

    "You do." My father nodded. Silence fell over the table.

    I couldn't blame them for being tense all the time; my mother had taken over as my father's full-time assistant, and there was always an issue with them now; never with each other, but with a tour date or a missed interview or a message that hadn't been delivered in time. My mother was not trained to be there for every little thing my father needed, and she wasn't used to constantly having to be working; she hadn't worked a day in her life.

    Not that she was spoiled, she worked hard to raise her family and she was always there for my father in his concerts and tours. But she wasn't used to the responsibility that was being placed on her, and it seemed like that fact was constantly making the family tense. Dinners were short, conversations were shorter, and I hardly ever saw either of my parents during the day.

    That had meant plenty of time for me to be with Liam without them bothering to check on where I was or what I was doing.

    Not that we had been doing much other than kissing.

    Liam was a wonderful guy and we hung out constantly, but there hadn't been much, if any, deep conversation between us in the past two and a half months. There had been certain times when I had asked him questions and he had answered them simply and quickly before kissing me or holding me or doing something physical immediately afterwards.

    It was a phase I figured we would grow out of.


    "So, I had an idea." Liam said as he drew away from me.

    I took a second to catch my breath before responding.

    "What is it?"

    "Well, I don't think we've ever met each other's families."

I nodded, impressed at the maturity of the comment. "You're right."

"So, I think that, as a couple, we should do that." He grinned. I nodded, excited. I had never been invited over to a guy's house to meet his family before. Whenever we hung out, we were usually at the movies or at dinner or driving back and in his car.

"So what day can I come by your house?"

I felt my eyes widen a bit.


"Well, if I'm going to meet your family, I have to know when, silly." He laughed, "Do you have a day that works for you?"

I thought for a second. I had expected an invitation to his house, not for him to invite himself over to mine.   

"I can check with my parents and get back to you." I nodded, smiling through my confusion. "But I have to go if I'm going to make it to Jessica's on time. You know how she is about punctuality."

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