The next morning, I wake up with the worst headache. It literally takes me 20 minutes to get up with this headache. After so much struggling to get ready, I finally get dressed and everything else I do for my morning routine. I head downstairs and to the kitchen where my mom and Carly are making breakfast. *Wonder where dad is?* I go over to my mom and Carly.
"Hey mom, where's dad?"
"He's in the living room with whoever came and rang the door earlier"
"Oh ok"
"Sweetie, can you help me and Carly with breakfast?"
"Ok mom" I start helping Carly with the batter for the pancakes I'm assuming. Suddenly my dad walks in and glares at me and turns away.
"Honey, do you mind if our guest stays for breakfast?"
"Sure, that's fine with me"
"Ok, thanks" I take this chance to talk to him since the incident last night.
"Hey dad" He just glares at me and leaves the room. I feel hurt inside but I know I deserve it. I go back to helping Carly with pancakes.
"Sweetie?"
"Yeah mom"
"How come your father kept glaring at you and then ignored you?"
"Oh, you saw that?"
"Yes"
"Well, maybe he's mad about what I said at dinner last night"
"Maybe, but I don't see what the problem is between you and Jeff. Your father shouldn't have lashed out at you" I think you and Jeff are cute together"
"Yeah…um…thanks"
"Amanda, will you tell your father and our guest that breakfast is ready?"
"Sure. Hey dad and guest breakfast is ready!"
"I could've done that"
"Then why'd you ask me to do it?"
I meant for you to go out to the living room and tell them"
"Oh…whoops" My dad and the guest comes into the kitchen while my back is turned.
"Ooh, breakfast" My dad tries reaching for a piece of bacon. But my mom smacks his hand.
"Not till we sit down" I laugh at the scene between my parents, when I feel pair of arms wrap around me.
"Hey gorgeous" A southern drawl growls into my ear. I turn around and come face-to-face with him.
"Jeff?"