"Where do you think you're going, young man?"
Come on, give me hell for it.
"Oh, hey Mom. Just out to meet up with some friends."
"On a school night?"
Yeah, I should be up in bed, getting some sleep. I have no business going out at this hour.
"It's for a class project. We left it kind of late, sorry."
"What class?"
Uh huh, find the holes in the story, they're not hard to find. Just dig a bit.
"Bio. Mr. Nyholm's got us doing a genome project with fruit flies; we're supposed to trace the mutations down through different generations. Some pretty weird stuff. We have the experiment done, we just need to compare notes on the write up."
"Well, okay. What time are you going to be back?"
Seriously? You're gonna let me get away with that bullshit lie? What, I drop a teacher's name and suddenly it's legit? For all you know I'm going out to drop acid on the beach. God damn it, you really suck sometimes.
"It should only take a few hours, just to iron out the details."
"Well, okay. If it gets past curfew, give me a call, alright?"
You really let me down sometimes. It's been so long, and you still haven't noticed. I'd hate you for it. If I didn't spend so much time missing you.
"Hey, no need to worry. But yeah, I'll give you a call if it runs past midnight."
"Okay, have a good time, get your work done. Love you, Tom."
I love you too.
"I love you too."