Finally the most crappy week ever has come to an end! Don't you just love the feeling you get when you know that you're going to sleep a lot on Saturday morning? I do. And if anyone dares waking me up...

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I closed the door of my old room and turned around to see Steph laying on my bed. It's not a bed that was designed for two people, but it's not as small as a regular bed for person either, so we would be alright. She was looking around the small bedroom, checking the posters in the wall -I'd forgotten I had so many of Blink 182-, the furnitures (which only consisted of my small wardrobe, a desk and a chair, plus the bed, obviously), the sheets of the bed, etc...

"Nice room" she said.

"Thanks"

Stephanie's studying architecture and she loved old houses, like mine, so she must be enjoying being here so far. I'm paying for her college scholarship, it was a present for out first aniversary. She had been saving for so long to be able to pay it but the price was too high, so I'm paying it for her. She'd promised to give me back all my money, but I've got no intentions to recieve any money frm her, I'm happy to see her studying and she's happy too. Money, as we all know, is not a problem for me.

"So, the sin thing..." she said, her hands behind her head. She looked so sexy it took me a minute to focus again.

"My grandmother is very old-fashion. Remember I told you not to bring short skirts? She'd go nuts"

"Dougie, it's winter, why would I wear a short skirt?"

"Anyway... If she found out we've had sex before getting married..." I sighed, picturing her reaction on my mind "She'd probably kick us out"

"Oh, really?" she said as she smiled "That's a shame 'cause I have a very special Christmas present for you..."

It was like the heat went up a hundred degrees in one second. Usually, I'd follow her game and ask her what the present was, but I didn't, not as long as we were in this house.

"Don't do that to me, you know I'm weak" she laughed and I sat in the bed just a few inches away from her, just in case "And I'm serious about my grandmother, she usually comes in to check on me at night, she comes in and out every ten minutes or so for like two hours"

"Honey, I think we can handle a couple of days without sex, we'll survive"

"Speak for yourself" we smiled at each other and she slapped me gently in the back of my head.

"Is there anything else I should know?"

"My mum overreacts about everything so never give her bad news, ok? My sister will try to find an evil double meaning to everything you say so think about what you're going to say from every possible angle before you actually say something. My uncle's a douche, never talk about war, politics, economy or inmigrants with him."

"Does he know I was born in France?"

"No and he doesn't need to know either. My aunt Ivy's pretty much normal. The kids though... Steph, babe, stay away from them"

She giggled.

"You should see your face" she said.

"I'm serious! They are evil, so so evil! If Lucifer and, I don't know, that girl from The Exorcist, had children, it would be them! Then there's aunt Moo and uncle Dean. This is, they've splir up but grandma, aunt Ivy and my uncle don't know ok? Turns out Dean's gay."

Steph made an 'o' with her mouth and I nodded.

"Grandma would die if she found out and my uncle... I just don't think he'd take it too well. They also don't want people to know so they won't make such a big deal out of it, for their kids' sake"

"I won't say a thing, I promise"

"I know, I know... Anyway, our neighbours are coming too. They've got kids too and they have the special hability to be very annoying"

"Aren't you being a little too dramatic?" she kissed my cheek and moved her hands over my shoulders in a very pleasant way. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable here, Steph"

"I'm alright, I can handle it" she whispered in my ear softly, then kissed my neck. Oh, Jesus Christ, we're a hundred degrees higher now.

The door opened and grandma came in. I jumped to my feet in that very moment and Steph fell backwards and into the floor.

"Oh, God, Stephanie!" I said as I knelt down and helped her up, my cheeks going red "I'm so sorry!"

"It's ok" she said, a bit stunned.

"Dear, what a terrible balance you have" my grandma said. Oh, thank God, she didn't saw us...

"Yes, balance" Steph said.

"Grandma, make sure you nock next time"

"What for?"

"Well, because... We're a couple and couples need some privacy"

"Oh, rubbish, dear. Don't be silly, only married people need some privacy"

I sighed; this was a battle I wouldn't ever win.

"Is there anything you need?" I said at last.

"I was just curious..." she turned to Steph "What's your religion, Stephanie?"

"Actually, I don't believe in God or anything like that, so no religion for me I guess"

I watched grandma carefully for a minute, ready to catch her if she fainted. Dammit, I forgot Stephanie's not into religion; she once told me she could never be able to believe in God after everything that ever happened to her. We never touched the subject again. I, and I could tell so did she, rather not talk about her past.

Grandma opened her eyes a lot for a moment, then nodded, kind of like in shock.

"May God have mercy on your soul, child" she said before turning around and living.

To me relief, instead of feeling irritated or insulted like other girls did, she giggled.

"She's funny" she said.

"Funny?" I looked down at her; finally a girlfriend smaller than me, at least for a few inches "How can she ever be categorized as funny?"

"Like I said..." she said as she put her arms around my neck "You're too dramatic. I'm tougher than you think. I just need a few instructions, but I'll be fine, ok? Do you trust me?"

"Of course"

"Then relax! The Poynters can't scare me away"