Uncertainty

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It's been three days since the kiss, and Houston and I've made it official that we are dating now. It's been a week and we've known each other long enough to confess we like each other. I guess.

Today is Wednesday, and my mother and father are home. It's eight A.M. and my friends and I have decided on five o' clock for the hideout. We haven't went there in a while, well, I haven't went there in a while. I've been caught up in my own little world for a few days, and with Houston.

For some reason, I feel like all I've ever needed was a boy like Houston in my life. I mean, he's amazing. He's funny, and he makes lots of jokes, which I love. He's incredibly cute, and he isn't a total creep.

My dad comes down the stairs, and how I know it's him is because he's the only one who makes so much noise walking down the steps.

"Hey honey," he says, sitting next to me.

"Hey, dad."

"We missed you, a lot. More than your brother." he says, making me laugh.

"Really?" I ask, and he laughs.

"Well, not more than your brother, but we missed you a lot." he says. He picks up the remote and puts it on MTV 2.

"I'd much rather watch the regular MTV, dad," I say, but he just laughs.

"Who pays the bills?" he asks, and I laugh.

"I could when I get a job." I say, but he laughs.

"You're seventeen, you need one."

We sit there for what seems like an eternity watching Ridiculousness.

I don't know if I should tell him about Houston, but I think I should. I'm guessing I should.

"Dad, I have a boy friend." I say, and he looks at me.

"Finally."

I scoff. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I thought you were a lesbian for years." he says, and I laugh.

"Seriously? Did mom too?" I ask, and he shakes his head, but I know he's lying. I look him directly into the eyes, trying to get him to confess.

"Okay, yes, she did."

"Dad!"

"It wouldn't have been a big deal anyways. Just glad you're in a relationship, okay?" he says, and I cross my arms.

"Whatever, going up to my room." I say, and he laughs.

"You're such a drama queen, but I love you." he says.

"Yeah, yeah."

I go upstairs into my bedroom and sit quietly. I don't know what to say about what just happened, but now, I think it's kind of funny.

I don't want Houston to meet my family. They're too rude and disruptive and...

Well, I don't know. All I'm sayin' is I bet my family is worse than anyone else's.

Actually, no. I take that back.

I have a good enough life that I shouldn't be complaining about.

I take out my phone and dial Houston's number.

WHAT AM I DOING.

"Hi."

God, am I stupid.

"Oh, hey. Why'd you call me?" I ask.

Oh, my god.

"You called me." he says, and I can hear him chuckling a little bit.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Bye," I say, and before I can hang up, he says something.