CHAPTER 11: What Have I Gotten Myself Into?
I sat quietly at the dinner table, still staring at Ambrose in disbelief; Aaron looked nothing like his father.
It turned out Ambrose was here to meet me and see what type of person I was; basically meaning to check me out and see if I'm suitable for his son. Before he could see me, though, he had to see how much of our relationship Andie approved, which is why he wanted to talk to him first and not me just yet.
He had also wanted to invite us to go to their beach house is Ft. Myers with his family in a couple of weekends, which acquired asking our parents permission. I had to admit that I was pretty impressed with his plan.
During that situation Aaron had come by to make sure his father wasn't embarrassing him. Unfortunately, while I was waiting for Aaron to come over I saw a dog about to get ran over and in the process of saving it I got hit by the car that was threatening to run the poor little animal over. Luckily, Aaron was there to scold at the driver and scare him off. Me being hurt, Aaron felt bad for me and meant to only give me a little kiss, which ended up being a complete make-out session. We got caught in the act of doing so and I found out there that Ambrose was Aaron's father.
While I gaped at Ambrose in disbelief that he was really my boyfriends' father, also being embarrassed that he had to see me in this situation, my mother arrived home and met Ambrose. She already knew about Aaron's and I relationship and had met him but never heard or met, obviously, his father.
And so, because of everything that happened, mum invited Ambrose and Aaron to dinner and I had to cancel the thing we were going to do at 4:30 with Kylie. After explaining to her what happened for a good 30 minutes while she yelled at me she finally understood and demanded I tell her everything the next day during history (Mr. Garcia said he wouldn't be there so that means free time for one hour).
Honestly, I don't remember anything from after I had gone outside to check out Ambrose's car to when Aaron was holding me in his arms, but Aaron insisted that that was what happened so I believe him. Besides, it'd explain the major pain in my legs and left side. I am still iffy of why that would wipe that part of my memory away, since I do have a good memory, but I decided to shrug it off and let it pass for now.
Anyway, I don't know how Ambrose could be Aaron's father because, well, he looks nothing like him… Well, now that I look at him in a better light, he does have his hair… Also the slight tan… Not to mention his eye shape… And nose… Ah, the lips too… Damn, maybe he does look slightly like his father… I got a flashback of when I was kissing Aaron earlier and thought about how he had the same lips of his father-
EW! Get that thought out of your head Audrey! That's the last thing you need to be thinking about! I shook my head, causing an uneasy glance from Aaron.
"You ok?" he whispered. I only had to give him a look of desperation for him to know and he sighed. "I'm sorry I didn't get to warn you sooner… I thought I'd be able to scoot him out of your house before he could do any damage but it's too late now…"
I felt bad for him, not only because his father is very talkative and is not letting my brother exit (mum somehow escaped his jaws, claiming that she needs to get something from the kitchen for our dinner) but because he had to stay through this embarrassment. Under the table I searched for his hand and held it. I gave him an easy smile and he smiled back without meaning to I'm sure.
Usually I would rest my head on his shoulder or something to comfort him but this is all I can do at the moment with one of my parents here, my brother, and Aaron's father.
My father couldn't attend, sadly. As usual, father couldn't make it because of his last minute business trip (his boss is such a dick) so he couldn't make it to dinner tonight, however he would love to meet Ambrose soon. I hate the business my father works for; they don't respect anyone and they treat everyone like shit. However, until he finds a better job with a higher income pay, he has to stay. Right now, he has a good position and he can't let it go just yet.
I thought back to the conversation I had with him a few nights ago and smiled when I remembered his promise on his precious coin collection that he would quit the moment he found a better job.
"You need to stop drifting off into la la land," Aaron smiled amused.
I blinked. "What? I was not…" He gave me a look that said, 'You really are a bad liar if you're going to say that you weren't'. I gaped at him. "I wasn't!" I argued, keeping my voice down. "I was thinking; there's a large difference between the two."
He rolled his eyes, causing me to pout at him. He suddenly bit back a yelp when I 'accidentally' dug my nails a little too deep into his hand. I smiled sweetly at my boyfriend as he pouted at me in return. "That wasn't nice," he mumbled. "That hurt."
I shrugged, making myself feel like a 5 year old because of the look I was throwing him. "Oops," I said in my most childish voice.
He couldn't resist the look and a toothy smile plastered upon his face. I smiled at him in return, shrugging and giving him an adorable look. Chuckling and slightly shaking his head, he looked down at my hand. Smiling more to himself, he stroked the back of my hand with his thumb. "You are quite an unpredictable person, aren't you?" he mumbled, his wide smile fading into more of a thoughtful one (if possible).
I watched him stroke my hand and smiled more. "If there's anyone that I can't predict it's you, and believe me I am quite good at that."
He gazed up at me, still a small smile on his countenance that looked like a challenging adoration but with light, content yet serious eyes. "Is that so?"
I blushed at the look he was giving me and looked away. I heard him chuckle as I felt him raise my hand. I looked in time to see him raise it to his lips and kiss it, looking at me the whole time with the same look. Again, he caught me off guard causing me to blush even more. I turned away again bashful to only gaze back. He was still smiling, seeming quite satisfied.
"I guess it is." I couldn't help but smile as he kept smiling at me, and I felt suddenly bubbly inside and content; I wasn't sure if it was my own feelings or his, or perhaps both, but I liked it.
I heard a cough and I turned to see Andie giving Aaron the most dangerous glare I've ever seen him give to anyone. It was so deadly that Aaron paled and looked away towards the table, the chair next to his father, the ceiling, anything, almost letting go of my hand that was still near his mouth. Almost. But he didn't, making me still bubbly as I gave Andie my glare that meant, 'Touch one hair on him and you're in deep shit'. At that look Andie looked away towards Ambrose, who seemed very amused in a very, very creepy way I did not like at all.
"So, lovebirds," he hummed in his baritone voice. "How long have you two been dating? I had to find out from Aaron's mother a few days ago that he was dating so I don't know how long you've known each other."
Aaron sunk into his seat, meaning I'd have to talk. From what I've seen so far, Aaron is very embarrassed of his father.
"Well," I said, looking at Aaron then his father, "we've been dating exactly a month from today." In my peripheral vision, I saw Aaron look at me then, giving a look that showed obvious guilt.
"Hmm, that's pretty good. Well seeing today in the street answers the next question of you guys kissing…"
I looked down then in embarrassment. Seeing my water I grabbed it, suddenly feeling thirsty. As I brought the cup to my lips to take a sip, he asked, "So… Have you guys 'ruffled the sheets' yet?"
I looked up at him over the lid of the cup, giving a questionable look. "You know… You guys did it yet?" I still didn't get what he meant, but the tighter grip Aaron now had on my hand showed that he did. He sighed, smirking. "Have you had sex?" I choked on my water, somehow swallowing it, then coughed for air.
"DAD!" Aaron yelled angrily.
He looked at his son, still amused. "Well? Have you?"
"NO, WE HAVEN'T."
"Then why so embarrassed?"
"You don't ask that at the dinner table, dad!" Aaron groaned, putting his elbows on the table to support his head as he ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated. I realized he was blushing, and feeling heat rise into my cheeks told me I was, too.
"Sooo… You're embarrassed because you have and I'm asking at the dinner table?" Ambrose asked again, this time with a huge grin on his face.
"NO!" Aaron yelled, his face as red as a tomato and his hair disheveled.
Ambrose laughed at his reaction, bellowing, "Oh, you're too easy, son!"
I rested my elbow on the table and leaned my head against it, groaning into the palm of my hand.
Andie looked at Aaron's father in disbelief; I'm sure he would've been pissed if we had been doing... That, however he wouldn't want me to be embarrassed, let alone be the son of the father purposely embarrassing his son in front of his girlfriend. Hell, I'm sure if father did that to Andie, he would've ran right out of the room with his girlfriend and never let him talk to her again. Is this going to happen with Aaron? I looked at Aaron who was glaring at his father, while Ambrose was looking accomplished with a wide grin. Maybe not tonight, but perhaps next time.
The awkward silence was starting to kill me, so I decided to kill it.
"So," I said smiling. "Who would like some rolls? Anyone?" When I didn't get an answer in a millisecond, I continued, "I'll bring them out now and see what's taking mum so long, then." With that I pushed my chair out and walked over to my mum in the next room, happy to be out of the awkwardness.
"Uh, wait sis," I heard Andie say as he screeched his chair back (causing me to wince at the sound), "I want to help, too," and he followed me to the kitchen, where our mother was.
As soon as we were in the kitchen and out of our guests sight, Andie gave me a desperate look. "Do you have to date someone whose father is an embarrassment to all sons and talks too much?"
I sighed, "Keep your voice down… Besides, he's not that bad…"
Andie gave me a look that contradicted what I said.
"He isn't! He could be worse. For example, asking about your date life."
Andie gave another look of contradiction and bitterness. "He did."
…
This deserved the awkward '. . .' comedy ha-you-were-so-wrong moment award.
"… That so…" He nodded. "… Huh… Still not that bad…" He gave me another look. "He isn't! He could be asking about our parents history!"
He continued giving me the stare, except blinking slowly.
"… Our past…?"
He blinked again.
"… Family heritage…?"
Looking annoyed, he blinked again.
"… Friends?"
Andie rolled his eyes and sighed, "Face it, you're wrong and I'm right. This guy is horrible; he's like an interrogator from hell! And don't go all optimistic on me, 'cause you know deep inside he is. I know you don't like to lie but just try and see it."
I groaned aggravated, then peeked behind the door frame to see what was going on in the next room.
Aaron was chuckling about something his dad said while Ambrose was smiling, looking very proud.
I smiled. "No, I still stand my ground; I think he's just an overprotective parent who loves his son." I felt Andie lean next to me. Seeing what I saw, he scoffed. "You suck." I only smiled wider, being right once again.
