Chapter 9
Meet The Parents
I’ve never seen the most feared boys turn pale and sweat from meeting a girl’s parent until I saw the boys do it. They were sitting on the couch opposite Mom and Dad while I sat in a chair kitty-corner from them. Before we get to the interrogation, let’s go back to how it came to this moment.
After telling them they must meet my parents, Ryan took two deep breaths as we drove towards my house. He gripped the steering wheel to the point his knuckles were white. Tweedledee and Tweedledum in the back were quiet. That’s odd since they usually banter back and forth or duking it out.
We pulled up in front of my house, and I got out waiting for them to follow, but they sat there. I furrowed my eyebrows at them, wondering why they were sitting there? I finally leaned
