What is he doing?!
I begin to race to the stairs but stop myself once my mother invites Joey inside.
I bite my lip. Joey has met my father but... My mother?
"So you're Joey Birlem, the boy my husband is talking non-stop about?" My mother laughs.
"Yeah, I guess so," he chuckles back.
"Have you eaten dinner?" My mother asks.
"Yes," he answers, and I can see him nodding as I creep down the stairs.
"Mom, who are you talking to?" I ask obliviously.
"Joey," she answers. Joey watches me walk into the kitchen and I quickly death stare him, not allowing my mother to see.
"So you two are dating?" My mother asks, and I cringe at her words.
"Yes," I say quickly.
Joey keeps trying to make eye contact with me the entire time that we're sitting there, eating cookies and drinking milk, but I don't give him any.
How dare he show up at my house and introduce himself to my mother.
Him and mom talk for a while about random things that I already knew about him, like how his favourite colour was red and how he played football.
Thank God for when he was leaving. But I also cuss at God for what he chose to make my mother say next, just as she was about to close the door behind Joey.
"Joey..." She says, and I listen from the kitchen as she continues. "Would you like to join us for dinner tomorrow night?"
"Mrs Mendelman. I would love to," he says.
"Please, call me Bec," my mother insists, and he nods.
What?!
"I'll see you later, honey," she says, and closes the door behind him.
"Mom!" I snap.
"Yes?"
"Why would you invite him for dinner?!" I hiss.
"Well... He's your boyfriend. Is something wrong?"
I hesitate, realising what I'm demanding from her. "No."
"Good," she answers, walking back upstairs.
Shit.
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I woke up with the sound of my loud alarm clock seeping through my ears.
I do my usual routine and then work on my assignments all day.
Once it's 6, I decide to get dressed for Joey coming over at 7.
I dress in a oversized red hoodie and some leggings; it's my house after all. I pull on some black socks just as I get the notification on my phone that someone has texted me.
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gentleman-- j.m.b
Fanfiction"Dance with me and pretend like the world doesn't exist," he pleaded in a whisper. And after that, there was no going back. // #2 in joeybirlem
