We got the remaining stuff from her room and packed in the back of Morty, which surprisingly almost ran out of room. This girl's got a lot of stuff. She looked half sad and half happy as we made our drive back to, what is now, our house. I decided to leave her with her own thoughts for once and concentrated on the road. I took a peak at the clock: 7:55. "Shit." I whispered.
I thought she didn't hear me, but I heard a small, "What is it?"
"School starts in 10 minutes, we're gonna be late." I expected her to be outraged, figuring that little Saint Clare hasn't missed a day of school in her life.
Instead, she shrugged her shoulders. "So? What's one day going to do?" I looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "What?"
"Nothing." I turned my attention back to the road. "You little devil."
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I practically dragged her bags into the house, they were pretty heavy. How could she hold them, and I couldn't? I'm in some extreme need of weight lifting. "Oh Eli, quit being such a girl." My dad came out of the house and pulled one of the bags out of my hands, bringing it into the house. I felt my arms give relief, as I could finally actually carry the bag in. "Where do you want this honey?"
I was confused a little at the nickname. Oh well, my parents are weird. "Just put it by the-"
"Not you fool." My dad pointed behind me and I turned around, seeing Clare at the door with a big smile on her face, probably laughing at me. "I was talking to your pretty girlfriend."
I saw a blush form and my dad gave a chuckle. "I'll bring them upstairs, thank you for helping." She started walking over, but my dad stopped her.
"Nonsense! Eli can do it." Then he walked closer to her and put his hand up, trying to prevent me from hearing, but it didn't work. "He needs all of the working out he can get." She let out a loud laugh, more than likely accidentally, and I walked over to grab the bag. I tried carrying it, but I still couldn't. I proceeded to use my previous method, and dragged them up.
Each time I walked down to get a new bag, and there were about six of them, Clare would try and help. My father wasn't having it though. He'd stop her and tell her stories about my childhood, which makes me sort of glad that I'm not down there to actually hear it.
"All done." I stretched my shoulders a little bit, getting the kinks out after carrying all of those bags upstairs.
"Well it's about time, kid." My dad whispered slightly. I gave him a glare, and he smiled and put his thumbs up. "Job well done." He looked around the room and I tried to follow his looks. His eyes stopped at the clock. "Playing hooky?"
"By the time I noticed the clock, we were already almost late." He looked at me, and then to Clare, shrugging his shoulders.
"Free day!" He basically shouted as he threw his arms up in the air. I heard Clare let out a loud laugh. She thought this was all a joke, little did she know this was very very real. "Why don't I call your mom and have her meet us for lunch at the steakhouse?" I smirked, there's one reason why I love my parents: Free day, and lunch at the steakhouse.
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At around 12, we went to the steakhouse. "4." My dad told the waiter as he held up four fingers, as if the waiter were deaf and needed hand signals. He nodded and we followed him to the booths. He gestured to the seats, and my dad sat on one side, me and Clare on the other. "You mother should be here anytime." He told us as he reached into his pocket.
I watched as he pulled a lighter out, I knew what came next. "Dad, why don't you go outside?" He pulled his cigarette out, and put it to his lips, lighting it.
"I don't feel like getting up." He shrugged as his took a pull of his cigarette and blew smoke all over me.
"You could've asked for the smoking section." I whispered so the people around us couldn't hear us, even though I'm pretty sure the could both smell and see the smoke.
"There you guys are." I turned around and saw my mom approaching. "David!" I heard her whisper scream. I saw Clare's face turn sad, as she thought they were going to fight, my parents never fight. "Give me a drag, I ran out." Her face instantly lit up as my dad handed my mom a cigarette. I never saw somebody look so happy watching someone else smoke a cigarette.
"Excuse me, I'm going to use the ladies room." I got out of the booth, letting Clare pass me and smirked as she walked by, making her blush.
"I like her, a lot." My mom told me in between drags.
"Me too, she's a keeper." My dad said, motioning for his cigarette back. I gave them a big smile as I waited for my girlfriend to come back to the table.
There we go! I decided to continue because you guys were right, I didn't show Clare living at the house and I did leave a lot out. This story will go to 20 chapters, and then I may or may not do a sequel. I do enjoy the concept of this story very much.
Oh, and did you guys see Eli's parents in the promo? I hope they're exactly like this, they seem like they will be! :)
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