Portman's POV
Dinner that night was quite possibly the most nerve wracking thing I have ever had the misfortune of living through. I'm a jealous person by nature, I can't help it, and it's a flaw. No one's perfect I'm just so damn close it's scary at times. Is it insane that the person I was jealous of was my ten-year-old little sister? I'm sure it was. Now ask me if I care. I guess the fact that I couldn't be all snuggly and loving with my boyfriend because my parents were in the room was kind of getting to me. That and the fact Tiffany was all over Fulton like flies on honey and there was nothing I could do about it.
"So how was the flight boys?" My mom asked piling a mound of mash potatoes on my plate that Paul Bunion couldn't eat.
"It was fine mom. Fulton cried though." I joked sipping my ginger ale. How masculine, ginger ale. I think for the next party, I'm bringing a six-pack of that. The guys would only tease me for the rest of my natural life.
"I did not cry! Maggie your eldest is a liar." Fulton glared at me, at first I couldn't even tell if he was joking or not. He was though.
"Isn't that the truth." My mother agreed, "How was work dear?"
"Fine." That was my father Sonny Portman, (his real names Daniel, but so is my great grandfathers and grandfathers, grandpa's Danny, making dad Sonny.) a man of few words. As much as I love my old man he's about as exciting as a postage stamp.
"How about you two, was school fun?" My mother looked from Tiffany to Jason and back.
"Yeah it was pretty okay. Mrs. Harper's letting us watch movies since it's the end of the year." Jay informed us picking at his chicken.
"School was boring for me. But the days better now." Tiffany in all her prepubescent glory actually batted her eyelashes at Fulton. I'm telling you if she wasn't my sister I would've hung her upside down by her toes from the ceiling, while forcing her to watch Teletubbies. I know cruel and unusual punishment is unconstitutional; luckily I'm not a judge or prison warden.
Of course my night wasn't bad enough, so things had to get worse. That started with the doorbell. I'd never wished more in my life that damn doorbell didn't work.
"I'll get it." My sister jumped out of her chair and ran to let in our guest "Maryann!" She squealed as she whipped the door open.
"Oh no." I mentally groaned. That was not going to be a very good situation. I know my mother and I knew what the next words from her mouth were going to be, 'Maryann stay for dinner.'
On cue "Maryann, pull up a chair and join us." Mom jumped up from the table and ran to the family room.
"I'm not really hungry." The girl tried to protest.
"It's no use, mom already went to get a chair." Jason declared. As expected she came bounding back into the room with the chair on wheels that goes with our computer.
"Dean have you introduced your girlfriend to best buddy here?" I cringed; my father speaks, twice in one day awesome. To bad his words are going to get me killed. Maryann was not my girlfriend, she just my buddy. Fulton is not just a buddy he's my girlfriend. Wait not that was wrong. He's my boyfriend. That's better, yeah. He'd kill me if he ever found out I said that. I may be bigger but I wouldn't hit back. So yeah, please don't tell him.
I shot my dad an 'I'll remember this when it's time to put you in a home' look and cleared my throat, "Um right, Maryann that's Fulton, Fulton this is Maryann." I was sitting between them and they had to reach around me to shake hands.
"I've heard so much about you." Maryann bubbled, which is something she rarely does, she's more of a depressed teen then perky one. "Dean's always going on and on about you."
"Huh, that's weird, he's never mentioned you." Oh yes my boyfriend was definitely not happy.
"Okay, well I'm not hungry anymore, excuse me." It wasn't a lie I really was suddenly nauseous.
I got up from the table, Maryann and Fulton followed. I thumped down the stairs to my room and flopped onto the beanbag. Maryann grinned like a Cheshire cat and deposited herself in my lap. That only earned her the death glare that Reed had reserved for people like Gunnar Stahl and Rick Riley. He literally flung himself on my bed and turned his back to us. I had a feeling I was in for a long night.
"So Dean I was thinking now that your back maybe we could get an apartment together." Maryann was nibbling oh my neck when she made that statement. I noticed Fulton's back stiffen, his spine razor straight.
"Move in together?" I gulped.
"Sure, why not?"
Oh boy, how do you answer that kind of a question? I could've told her the truth 'Well no sweetie, it's because I'm gay.' Then she'd have told my parents, my mother would've cried, my dad would've died and Tiffany would… I don't even wanna think about what she'd do when she found out I'd been kissing her man.
"Well uh… I planned on staying in a dorm at the University of Chicago and you're going to Northwestern. It would be a hassle."
"Yeah I guess, I just don't like the idea of not seeing you everyday." She pouted and gave me the puppy dog eyes.
"I know, but we'll work it out."
"Not to sound rude but it's been a long day and I'm real tired. Could you two possibly take your date outside?" That was Fulton; I'd never heard him use that tone before.
"Yeah, I'm beat too. Can I call you tomorrow Maryann?" I hinted.
"You better." She got up and reached for my hand dragging me along with her to the exit, "I'll talk to soon?"
"Yeah, tomorrow, I swear." I tilted my head down a little she wasn't short but still inches shorter then me.
"Kay, g'night." Her arms came up around my neck and her lips came up to mine.
I hadn't seen her since last summer, let alone kissed her. It was funny kissing Fulton again made me realize how much I had missed him. Kissing her did nothing.
"She gone?" Fulton rolled over when I got back to the room.
"Yeah, it's not like she was gonna stay and risk getting frost bite around you." I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at him.
He completely ignored me and continued with is attitude, "She's pretty, I can see why you like her."
"I don't like her." I grumbled and stumped my foot. So I'm not the most grown up person in the world, give me some credit. I was frustrated
"Why didn't you tell her?"
"That wouldn't have exactly gone over well. I know I boinked your brains out last summer before I went back to school but, the truth is you were just a piece of ass and I'm actually bisexual dating Fulton. I might as well kick her in her teeth and bitch smack her mama, while I was at it."
"I see your point." He conceded sitting up.
"I thought you would. Now listen, I'm going to get her out of my life as soon as I figure out how to do it with it hurting her." I crawled onto the bed next to him, I'm glad I had a king size or we never would've fit. "You have nothing to worry about, I'm head over heels for you."
"Well the feeling mutual." He squirmed closer to me as he did so I slipped my arm over him
"Good night Fulton." I kissed his nose and smiled in spite of myself.
"Night Dean." His head squiggled under my chin and I sighed. My, the day wasn't a complete waste.
Dinner that night was quite possibly the most nerve wracking thing I have ever had the misfortune of living through. I'm a jealous person by nature, I can't help it, and it's a flaw. No one's perfect I'm just so damn close it's scary at times. Is it insane that the person I was jealous of was my ten-year-old little sister? I'm sure it was. Now ask me if I care. I guess the fact that I couldn't be all snuggly and loving with my boyfriend because my parents were in the room was kind of getting to me. That and the fact Tiffany was all over Fulton like flies on honey and there was nothing I could do about it.
"So how was the flight boys?" My mom asked piling a mound of mash potatoes on my plate that Paul Bunion couldn't eat.
"It was fine mom. Fulton cried though." I joked sipping my ginger ale. How masculine, ginger ale. I think for the next party, I'm bringing a six-pack of that. The guys would only tease me for the rest of my natural life.
"I did not cry! Maggie your eldest is a liar." Fulton glared at me, at first I couldn't even tell if he was joking or not. He was though.
"Isn't that the truth." My mother agreed, "How was work dear?"
"Fine." That was my father Sonny Portman, (his real names Daniel, but so is my great grandfathers and grandfathers, grandpa's Danny, making dad Sonny.) a man of few words. As much as I love my old man he's about as exciting as a postage stamp.
"How about you two, was school fun?" My mother looked from Tiffany to Jason and back.
"Yeah it was pretty okay. Mrs. Harper's letting us watch movies since it's the end of the year." Jay informed us picking at his chicken.
"School was boring for me. But the days better now." Tiffany in all her prepubescent glory actually batted her eyelashes at Fulton. I'm telling you if she wasn't my sister I would've hung her upside down by her toes from the ceiling, while forcing her to watch Teletubbies. I know cruel and unusual punishment is unconstitutional; luckily I'm not a judge or prison warden.
Of course my night wasn't bad enough, so things had to get worse. That started with the doorbell. I'd never wished more in my life that damn doorbell didn't work.
"I'll get it." My sister jumped out of her chair and ran to let in our guest "Maryann!" She squealed as she whipped the door open.
"Oh no." I mentally groaned. That was not going to be a very good situation. I know my mother and I knew what the next words from her mouth were going to be, 'Maryann stay for dinner.'
On cue "Maryann, pull up a chair and join us." Mom jumped up from the table and ran to the family room.
"I'm not really hungry." The girl tried to protest.
"It's no use, mom already went to get a chair." Jason declared. As expected she came bounding back into the room with the chair on wheels that goes with our computer.
"Dean have you introduced your girlfriend to best buddy here?" I cringed; my father speaks, twice in one day awesome. To bad his words are going to get me killed. Maryann was not my girlfriend, she just my buddy. Fulton is not just a buddy he's my girlfriend. Wait not that was wrong. He's my boyfriend. That's better, yeah. He'd kill me if he ever found out I said that. I may be bigger but I wouldn't hit back. So yeah, please don't tell him.
I shot my dad an 'I'll remember this when it's time to put you in a home' look and cleared my throat, "Um right, Maryann that's Fulton, Fulton this is Maryann." I was sitting between them and they had to reach around me to shake hands.
"I've heard so much about you." Maryann bubbled, which is something she rarely does, she's more of a depressed teen then perky one. "Dean's always going on and on about you."
"Huh, that's weird, he's never mentioned you." Oh yes my boyfriend was definitely not happy.
"Okay, well I'm not hungry anymore, excuse me." It wasn't a lie I really was suddenly nauseous.
I got up from the table, Maryann and Fulton followed. I thumped down the stairs to my room and flopped onto the beanbag. Maryann grinned like a Cheshire cat and deposited herself in my lap. That only earned her the death glare that Reed had reserved for people like Gunnar Stahl and Rick Riley. He literally flung himself on my bed and turned his back to us. I had a feeling I was in for a long night.
"So Dean I was thinking now that your back maybe we could get an apartment together." Maryann was nibbling oh my neck when she made that statement. I noticed Fulton's back stiffen, his spine razor straight.
"Move in together?" I gulped.
"Sure, why not?"
Oh boy, how do you answer that kind of a question? I could've told her the truth 'Well no sweetie, it's because I'm gay.' Then she'd have told my parents, my mother would've cried, my dad would've died and Tiffany would… I don't even wanna think about what she'd do when she found out I'd been kissing her man.
"Well uh… I planned on staying in a dorm at the University of Chicago and you're going to Northwestern. It would be a hassle."
"Yeah I guess, I just don't like the idea of not seeing you everyday." She pouted and gave me the puppy dog eyes.
"I know, but we'll work it out."
"Not to sound rude but it's been a long day and I'm real tired. Could you two possibly take your date outside?" That was Fulton; I'd never heard him use that tone before.
"Yeah, I'm beat too. Can I call you tomorrow Maryann?" I hinted.
"You better." She got up and reached for my hand dragging me along with her to the exit, "I'll talk to soon?"
"Yeah, tomorrow, I swear." I tilted my head down a little she wasn't short but still inches shorter then me.
"Kay, g'night." Her arms came up around my neck and her lips came up to mine.
I hadn't seen her since last summer, let alone kissed her. It was funny kissing Fulton again made me realize how much I had missed him. Kissing her did nothing.
"She gone?" Fulton rolled over when I got back to the room.
"Yeah, it's not like she was gonna stay and risk getting frost bite around you." I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at him.
He completely ignored me and continued with is attitude, "She's pretty, I can see why you like her."
"I don't like her." I grumbled and stumped my foot. So I'm not the most grown up person in the world, give me some credit. I was frustrated
"Why didn't you tell her?"
"That wouldn't have exactly gone over well. I know I boinked your brains out last summer before I went back to school but, the truth is you were just a piece of ass and I'm actually bisexual dating Fulton. I might as well kick her in her teeth and bitch smack her mama, while I was at it."
"I see your point." He conceded sitting up.
"I thought you would. Now listen, I'm going to get her out of my life as soon as I figure out how to do it with it hurting her." I crawled onto the bed next to him, I'm glad I had a king size or we never would've fit. "You have nothing to worry about, I'm head over heels for you."
"Well the feeling mutual." He squirmed closer to me as he did so I slipped my arm over him
"Good night Fulton." I kissed his nose and smiled in spite of myself.
"Night Dean." His head squiggled under my chin and I sighed. My, the day wasn't a complete waste.