Chapter Eight: Dinner

The following morning I sent a text to Alex who of course replied straight away, not caring about the lesson she was supposed to be in. After the usual conversation of asking how each other was and what we were doing, I got to the important part.

M: I told my mom last night. (10:34)

A: Wow, how did she take it? (10:35)

M: She's fine but she wants you to come over for dinner tonight to meet you, what do you think? (10:37)

A: We have work babe? (10:37)

M: I can just about walk with a limp, I couldn't come in anyway. If you can't make it then we can reschedule. (10:38)

A: I'll speak to my dad and I'll be there. (10:39)

I grinned at her determination to do what made me happy. We continued to text throughout the duration of that day like we normally would until her eighth period class when she would always stop texting to concentrate because it was her favorite lesson. We arranged for me to pick her up after school and then take her back to hers so she could change and get ready for dinner. My mom said she was going to be home for four o'clock and she'd make sure dinner was done for five.

As three o'clock rolled around I was parked in my car outside the gates to Alex's school. I heard the bell erupt throughout the school and soon after pupils flooded out of the gates, all dressed in the same uniform I was so accustomed to seeing Alex in.

It didn't take long before she climbed into the car and quickly pecked my lips. "Hey beautiful." She greeted me the same way she always did. I blushed and placed my thumb on her chin, pulling her in for another kiss. "I can't believe what those bitches did to your face. If I see them again I will carry out my promise." She informed me seriously, reminding me of when she threatened to bury them if they touched me again. "I don't make threats, I make promises and I keep them. Just wait until… ugh, I can't believe what they did to you! Who the fuck do they think they are? I swear to God I will fuck them up ten times worse than they did to you." She ranted angrily as I drove us down the road toward her apartment.

"No, you won't." I told her firmly, cutting her rant short. "It's done now, they've lost their places at one of the best schools in New York so they've been punished enough, just drop it now because I don't want this to happen again."

"You know, if anyone else were telling me what to do I'd tell them where to stick their orders, but okay." She agreed reluctantly. "I'm so nervous for tonight!" She exclaimed after a little while of comfortable silence. I chuckled and shook my head at her.

"Don't think about it, my mom knows what you did to Ashley and she, like, loves you already." I reassured her to calm her nerves. Her eyes widened at what I just said and I shook my head. "Don't worry, she's not judging you for it, she likes you before meeting you because you make me happy and I'm sure she'll adore you just as much as I do."

We soon arrived at Alex's apartment and made our usual Tuesday and Thursday route to her room to make out for half an hour before work, except this time Alex had gotten us out of work so we weren't limited to half an hour, we had at least an hour for some 'lovin' time,' as Alex had been referring to it recently.

An hour and twenty minutes later we were lying on Alex's bed; my dress was discarded on the floor somewhere alongside Alex's school uniform. We were making out hungrily in our underwear but we weren't making any attempts to go any further than that. This time I really liked the person I was in a relationship with, Alex wasn't just some guy making sex a chore, she was a girl that I really wanted and wanted to wait for because everything's better if you wait for it.

I opened my eyes slightly as I flipped us over so I was on top and spotted the wall clock which read twenty-five to five. Dinner was going to be ready at five which gave us around ten minutes to get changed and leave.

"Shit, Lexi, get up." I ordered her quickly, getting off of her and picking my slightly creased orange sun dress up from the floor. I pulled it on gently over my hair and then proceeded to check that I didn't have sex hair in the mirror.

"You look beautiful," Alex told me when she caught me checking myself in the mirror. She opened her closet and pulled out a pale blue flannel shirt with a white tank top underneath and grey ripped skinny jeans. She pulled them on quickly and then grabbed a pair of red boots to wear over the top of her jeans. That girl was always wearing boots. "Is this appropriate to meet your mother in or should I wear, like, I dunno, a less stereotypical homo outfit?" She asked me sheepishly, buttoning, then unbuttoning, then re-buttoning her shirt again.

"It's fine, be yourself. I like it better with the buttons undone." I told her to stop her internal debate with herself. She smiled lightly and undid the buttons once again. "You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

We got in my car and drove the distance to my house. Alex refused to smoke on the way even though she was clearly stressing out about meeting my mom. She said that she didn't want to smell like smoke when she met my mom because she wanted to make a good impression, as if my mom wasn't going to smell the smoke on me anyway. She spent the whole ten minutes drumming her fingers against the dashboard and opening then closing the window again.

I got out of the car after parking on my drive but Alex remained seated. "Mitch, I'm scared, what if she doesn't like me?" She voiced her worries; something I knew probably wasn't easy for her. I closed my car door and walked around to the other side to open the door for her and leant across her to undo her seatbelt seeing as she appeared to be frozen in place.

"Lexi, you could be completely crazy and she would accept you because she knows that you make me happy. Come on babe," I said, putting my hand out for her to take which she accepted gratefully. I could literally feel her shaking as we walked up to the front door; her shakes only increased as I unlocked it then opened it with a loud creak. "Mom, we're here!" I called to my mom who quickly appeared in the doorway. I looked at Alex who had her head down and then to my mom who had a strange look of recognition crossed with a devious smirk on her face, something which really didn't happen very often.

"Well, well, well, who'd have thought that Rebel Russo would turn out to be the one that's got my little girl so happy?" She mused as she looked at Alex, whose head snapped up at the mention of what appeared to be her nickname.

"Ms. Munroe?" Alex asked in disbelief.

I was confused. I was very confused. "Do you two know each other?" I asked as if it wasn't obvious that they clearly did.

"Mitch… your mom is my English teacher," Alex mumbled as she turned a light shade of pink and I couldn't help but burst into laughter, as did my mom and eventually so did Alex. "How did I not piece that one together? You told me that your mom was a teacher… stand together." She instructed us after our laughter had subsided. My mom and I both complied with what she said and she got nearer to us in order to inspect us closely. "Hmm…" She began. "Same chin… Same height, midgets…" The both of us giggled at that, causing Alex to carry on further. "Same smile and similar voices, different colored eyes, different colored hair, unless one of you has dyed it, different shaped eyebrows…" She trailed off, comparing my mom and I to try and work out how she hadn't spotted our relation. "Mitch, I only have eyes for you of course but your mom is hot! I totally get why I used to have a crush on her since you look so…" She quickly cut herself off and slapped her hand to her mouth, instantly turning bright red. "Holy shit, I can't believe I just said that. Someone please stop me from speaking."

My mom looked at Alex quizzically then burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh, Rebel Russo, you never fail to amuse me. Just putting this one out there though; I'm straight and you're my student alongside my daughter's girlfriend. Please, you know how much I hate swearing whether it's inside the classroom or out. Don't do it again."

I was so not expecting this to be the scene that was playing out in front of me when I brought my girlfriend home to meet my mom. "Oh, god, I know… I really like Mitchie and it was only a schoolgirl thing that disappeared after about two weeks of Mitchie making me so happy."

"Uh, guys, can we stop this please? It's a little awkward." I piped up finally after realising what was being said. My girlfriend used to have a thing for my mom.

"Sorry, babe, you know I only want you and you have absolutely nothing to worry about." She apologised sincerely and I couldn't help but smile in response. "This is some weird shi… stuff." Lexi quickly corrected herself when she looked at my mom who smiled.

"I'm aware, Rebel Russo, so to end the awkwardness why don't you two go and do whatever you do, within reason, and I'll call you when dinner's ready?" My mom offered, running the towel she was holding through her fingers. "Mitchie, leave your bedroom door open!" She called to me from the bottom of the stairs as Alex and I had reached the top of them. Alex and I both giggled as she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind and kissed my exposed neck.

We automatically made our way to my large double bed and fell back on to it. Alex straddled my hips and kept her lips connected to my neck, sucking harshly at my pulse point and causing a ridiculous heat between my legs whilst doing so as her hands roamed freely across my chest.

"Lexi, you better stop now… don't start anything that you can't fucking finish." I growled at her, making my sexual frustration evident as I crossed my legs tightly to try and relieve some of the tension.

"Who says I can't finish this?" She asked me seriously, hovering over me and looking straight into my eyes. I felt so uncomfortable with her looking at me like that, like she could see all of my flaws and what I was feeling. I quickly tore my eyes away from hers and focused on the photo of my mom and I which was hanging on the wall. "Hey, look at me." She instructed, gently pulling my face back to force me to look at her. "You are absolutely beautiful."

I couldn't help but smile at her; she always knew the perfect thing to say to me to make me believe her when she said it and in that moment then I really did feel beautiful. "Ditto." I breathed out quietly, causing her to match my smile.

She quickly dipped her head back down and captured my bottom lip in between hers, biting it softly and erupting a moan on my part. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and began the battle for dominance which lasted several minutes until we were forced apart by the sound of my mom clearing her throat at the door. "Uh… dinner's ready." She informed us awkwardly before hurriedly making her way back downstairs.

I giggled quietly at how red she turned before she left and gently pushed Alex off me.

We began to eat dinner in a comfortable chatter, which admittedly would not have existed had my mom and Alex not already known each other.

"So, Alex, all of those things you were telling me about 'your girl' the other week… that was actually all about my daughter?" My mom asked her, getting a look of amusement on her face as Alex blushed and sank in her seat, ignoring the question.

"You know that's the first time you've ever called me Alex?" She asked, trying to avoid the question. "Even when you're checking attendance you still call me Rebel Russo." She added to wipe away my mom's confusion.

"You're ignoring the question, young lady."

"Too right I am." Alex quipped with a smirk.

"What did she say about me?" I asked my mom, knowing that if I asked Alex she would deny any knowledge of saying anything.

"Well…" My mom began, looking deep in thought as Alex covered her face with both of her hands.

*Flashback* (Sonny's POV)

I was grading papers in my classroom once my tuition group had let out after school. It was a Monday and I'd avoided doing it all weekend so this was literally my last chance because the kids in my sophomore class were expecting their grades back the following day.

I was quickly pulled from the paper I was glaring at when there was a loud knock at the door, followed by Rebel Russo letting herself in. I wasn't surprised to see her, she usually came to me when she needed advice or something along those lines and I was always happy to help her. She was a good kid, she was just misguided. The door closed behind her and she smiled at me as she sat opposite me at my desk.

"Good afternoon," I greeted her politely, putting my pen down and pushing the papers aside. "What can I do for you?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to talk about something," she began, picking at her short fingernails which previously she'd told me were a 'sure-fire sign of a lesbian because long nails scratch,' not that I wanted to know that. "Do you mind if I talk to you about my girl?" She asked nervously, looking up at me.

"Absolutely, go ahead and say whatever you'd like. I'm always happy to help you or just listen to you, you know that." I told her, knowing that she trusted me a lot more than some other people in the school.

She sighed and crossed her legs, shocking me a little since she usually sat leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, propping herself up on her hands. "I'm sorry but it has to be you, no one else knows and I'm not ashamed of her in the slightest, I'm so proud to have her on my arm but it's just never come up and if I talk to someone else there'll be a lot my questions that I just can't be bothered to answer." She explained quickly before I cut her off.

"It's fine, honestly, I understand that. Go ahead, say whatever you want, I'm all ears and I'm thankful for the excuse not to mark these papers." I told her honestly, gesturing toward the pile of narrative pieces from a bottom-set sophomore group, needless to say they were a little difficult to decipher.

"I just… I'm really scared. Not of her, she's the most harmless girl I've ever met, but I'm scared of how I feel about her…" She trailed off, unsure of what to say. "I really like her, I've never met anyone that makes me feel the way she does and it terrifies me. I'm totally vulnerable around her, like she could ask me to go and play in traffic and I would. She's beautiful, she's caring, she's so funny and she's so kind. She's really insecure, she won't admit it but I know she is but I honestly think she's so sexy. Like, seriously, when she walks and she sway's her hips and her skirt comes up, I just…" I knew where she was going and quickly cut her off.

"Rebel Russo!" I exclaimed quickly. "I really don't need to know about your sex life, tell me about your girlfriend all you want but sex makes me uncomfortable so please don't start talking about it." I told her firmly, squirming slightly at the mentions of sex. Whenever it was mentioned all I could think about was Mitchie's father.

Alex blushed slightly and ducked her head before continuing again. "That's the thing… she's not my girlfriend, we're dating but that's it and I don't like that… I want to make her mine and only mine, I want to be able to walk around with her and proudly say 'she's my girlfriend,' I want to be with her for as long as possible and I know I'm young and we've only been dating for two months but one day I want to put a ring on her finger and have her walk down the aisle. I want to make her Mrs. Russo one day." She admitted shyly to me. I couldn't help but smile at her, the way she felt about this girl was adorable. I thought she was done and was about to respond but she carried on, "I think I'm really falling for her and one day I want to hold her hand in the hospital whilst she gives birth to my child, I want her to tell me how much she hates me and scream at me that I'll never touch her again for what I did to her beautiful body and most of all, I want to hear her tell her she loves me when I tell her after we've fell in love. I'm terrified that she won't…" She choked on her words, I looked into her eyes to find only sincerity mixed with tears building up.

"Oh, honey, that's so adorable. You're so sure of your relationship with her and that's amazing, she's a lucky girl. Maybe someday they'll come up with a way so you can both make a baby together and if you treat her right then I'm certain she'll fall as hard in love with you as you will with her." I told her honestly. The girl was a perfect girlfriend, from the sound of it, and her girl, hopefully future girlfriend, was so indescribably lucky to have her.

"I know, who would have guessed that Alex Russo has a heart, right?" She joked through a sniffle as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She was so emotional over the girl and I couldn't help but get a good feeling about the girl.

*End Flashback* Back to Mitchie's POV

When my mom finished telling her story I had stood up and was next to Alex who was turned slightly on her chair to face me. I crouched down to her level and took both of her incredibly soft hands in my own gently.

"Is that really how you feel?" I asked her unsurely. Alex nodded slightly, probably embarrassed at what my mom had told me. I grinned at her happily, so glad that I knew my feelings for her were reciprocated, then I smashed my lips into hers passionately, not even caring that my mom was in the room.

Alex pulled me onto her lap so that I was straddling her and tangled her hands in my black hair whilst my hands held onto her small waist tightly, my nails digging into her skin through her shirt. It wasn't until my mom cleared her throat that we pulled apart and I shifted so that I had both of my legs hanging over her legs and my head nestled into her neck.

"Alex, I just want you both to know that yesterday when my baby girl told me that she had a girlfriend, that she liked girls, it terrified me. I wanted nothing more than to scream at her and tell her that she'll get over it and it's a phase," My mom began, shocking me slightly at what she was admitting. "but then I thought about you and how you were so sure about being gay and that you were so happy with a girl, I thought about how despite the fact that when you do come out you'll be ridiculed and judged it didn't bother you because the girl you were with made you so happy. I decided that after meeting you tonight, of course not knowing that I would actually be meeting you, if Mitchie was as obviously happy as you were when you were speaking to me, that I could accept and appreciate her being with a girl as long as my baby was happy." She explained. Neither of us spoke, we both knew there was still more. "I am so happy that you're the girl that Mitchie chose to be with, I'm so glad that you really do care about her because if you didn't you wouldn't have told me all that you did because you didn't know at the time that you were talking about my daughter." She finished, taking a sip of her lemonade. I grinned at my mom, despite that she wasn't willing to accept it straight away, apparently, I couldn't have been happier that she liked my girlfriend almost as much as I did.

"Thank you, Ms. Munroe; you have no idea how much that means to me. I will always do everything I can to make your daughter happy and I will always defend her. I can't wait for her to start at our school on Monday so I can be with her every single day and see that beautiful smile of hers every day as well." Alex told my mom sincerely, making realisation hit that since my mom was Alex's teacher and I was moving to my mom's school I would be going to school with Alex. I couldn't stop a huge grin from breaking out on my face as I hopped off of Alex's lap and collected our mostly empty dinner plates.

"Alex, dear, you're not my student now, you're my daughter's girlfriend. Ms. Munroe is for in school, call me Sonny." My mom told my girlfriend who ginned at her.

I couldn't possibly be happier than I was in that moment; my girlfriend and my mom got along perfectly and in just five days I would be starting school with my beautiful girlfriend and my mom to take care of me.