A/N: Thanks to my reviewers. You all rock. Sorry 4 lack of updates. But I have class. Anyway, enjoy the next chappie.

The suns rays began to shine through the rather large window above a sleeping blonde teen as they trickled downwards onto white cotton sheets. The little lines of gold and yellow soon began to travel northward as they rested upon the boy's porcelain skin; stirring him as a result. Said teen awoke to one of the rays, resting on his eye, creating a luminescent glow inside of his eye lid and causing him to see a dark maroon colored orange. Groaning rather loudly, the boy opened his eyes groggily and sat up.

Looking at the scenery laid out before him, Elliot soon came to realize it was morning and his long lasting sleep had finally come to a halt. His extravagantly laid out room, possessed with the latest technology money could buy and other un necessary things a room wouldn't require, was illuminated with the suns natural light with the complement of those annoying birds singing outside his window; and by judging by the smell coming from downstairs, he knew his mother was making breakfast.

Elliot sighed to himself as he quietly positioned himself on the edge of the bed and slipped his feet inside a pair of two hundred dollar leather and suede shoes; beginning to make his way downstairs and towards the intoxicating smelling kitchen.

"Hey Honey." A woman greeted him cheerfully, "I am making breakfast."

Elliot yawned. "Hi mom."

"Want pancakes or biscuits?"

Elliot shrugged, still not fully awake, "Don't matter."

"Choose biscuits son" his father said as he came inside the kitchen with a leather brief case, "Those come in a can."

The woman frowned. "Oh hush Tom."

Elliot just yawned as he slowly made his way to his family's kitchen mini table and sat down. "What else are you making?"

"Bacon…."

"Cough BURNT Cough."

"Tom!"

"Sorry dear."

The woman smiled as she continued. "Toast, eggs, and fruit."

"Mom you don't cook fruit."

"Yea you do. I read the box"

"The box?" the blonde asked as he turned is attention to his father. He too was puzzled.

"Yes the box. Now do you want fried apples or oranges?" she asked as she held out a frying pan, scorched at the bottom, with brown and grey colored particles.

Elliot and his father both exchanged glances and quickly shook their heads no, declining the offer.

The woman just shrugged and began to add the "fruit" to her own plate. "More for me then."

Elliot chuckled lightly. "Anyway, mom I need to ask a favor of you."

"Oh?"

"Yes, it has to do with your banquet next week."

"YOU ARE GOING ELLIOT."

"I know I know" Elliot sighed and raised his hands in defense, "It wasn't about that but more so on the fact hat I need another ticket."

Elliot's mother quickly stopped what she was doing and turned to face her son. "For whom?" she asked curiously.

"A friend of mine."

"Son" his father said butting in, "Kokoro is already coming. Her mother is an honored guest you know."

"Oh I know Kokoro is attending. I mean for another friend."

"Again, for whom?"

Elliot paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. He really didn't want to come right out and say "My girl friend Christie." That would have been suicide in itself. His mother would down right rejected it without a second thought while his father would just give him hints on the up coming "talk". But then again, his parents might have understood. It wasn't like he was going to some crazy crack head bum who he just met off the street. He was going to bring a well reformed female who had both class and sophistication. Nothing wrong with that.

"A….lady friend."

His mother raised an eyebrow as a smirk began to form across his fathers face. "A lady friend Elliot?"

Elliot nodded slightly. "Yea."

"I say yes Dianne."

"Tom no. No hoochie is coming to my banquet."

"Mom" Elliot sighed, "Christie isn't a whore."

"Her name is Christie huh?" his father asked as the grin on his father became wider.

Elliot cursed silently at his slip of the tongue. "…….Yes."

His mother frowned. "I still say no."

"Mom…"

"Elliot" she started off as she made her way to the table with two plates, "The girls at your school are nothing but dirty whores who want your dick and your money."

"Mom!"

"It's the truth." She replied nonchalantly as she set a plate before the teen, "you have money and if your penis is anything like your fathers then…."

"THANK YOU MOM!" Elliot yelled out, cutting off his mother, unable to hear any more.

His father chuckled. "I see nothing wrong with meeting her Dianne."

"But this isn't the place for a meet and greet of my sons lady friend. This is an important night to showcase my hostess skills. I need to out beat that whore Martha!"

"Honey" the man sighed, "Martha Stuart is basically a hostess for a living. She has weekly Tupperware parties."

"THEN I WILL HOST THEM TOO!"

Elliot groaned in aggravation. "Can we get back on the topic please?"

"Sorry Hun, but this banquet isn't the place for me to meet and greet your teenage girl friend."

"But she isn't a teen." The blonde boy replied lowly, earning stares from his parents.

"Excuse me?"

"She isn't a teenage girl."

"Elliot" his father groaned as he sat down next to the boy, "If she is twelve…."

"HELL NO!"

"So she is in her twenties then?"

Elliot nodded.

"How old Elliot?" his mother asked sternly.

"Twenty-two."

His father nearly chocked on his breath as tried to his hardest to keep himself from falling over. "TWENTY-TWO!?"

Elliot again nodded.

"That is too old!"

"Mom if you'd just hear me out…."

You been having sex with her haven't you?"

"SCORE!" Tom shouted as he gave his son a high five, "You snagged a WOMAN and got that pussy. Swweeeeet."

"TOM!"

"Well I am sorry honey but our son has got it."

Dianne folded her arms across her chest and began to tap her foot at her husband, making him lower his gaze towards the granite floor and come quiet.

"Now as I was saying, she is too old."

"Mom, she is not. I will be 18 soon."

"SO! WOMAN IS DAMN NEAR 25!"

"Mom" Elliot sighed, "Just meet her."

"Why would I want to meet a child molester for?"

"ME AND CHIRSITE DID NOT FUCK!"

"Language Eliot" his mom corrected him as she walked over to the table and sat down, "Now let us drop this conversation and eat."

"Not unless you meet her."

"I make the rules Elliot. YOU follow them."

Elliot sneered and snatched his mother's plate away from her reach. "Just meet her."

"ELLIOT!"

"Mom."

"Elliot."

"ELLIOT! GIVE ME MY DAMN FOOD!"

"Meet Christie and I will."

The woman just sighed as she snatched her plate away from her son, finally giving in. "Okay, but she comes to dinner TONIGHT!"

Figuring that he wouldn't get any other offer Elliot accepted it and began to dig into his plate.

A/N: I KNOW THIS CHAPTER ISN'TT HE BEST BUT I TRIED. I WANTED TO PUT MY MOM AND UNCLE IN THIS. They are exactly like it. Anyway, hoped you enjoy and thanks to my reviewers.