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AN: An update that I promised. News in my life: I love Paramore.
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Chapter 18
Ashley and I pulled into my driveway.
"Do you think that your Mom will be angry because you didn't come home with Glen?" Ashley asked with concern in her voice. I looked at my front door closed and waiting. I knew my Mom had seen me pull up with Ashley, I could feel it.
"Probably," I said honestly, "but I don't really care."
Ashley sighed, "I don't want to cause problems with you and your Mom."
"Ash, it's her problem, not mine. She'll get over it because I love you," I said taking her hand. I didn't register what I had said until the silence took over the car. I looked up at her and she smiled, "I love you too," she whispered. I kissed her gently and opened the car door.
"I'll call you," she said.
"You better," I winked at her before walking up to the front door. I hesitated debating whether to just not go in. I didn't want to will throw myself into World War III, but I walked in anyway. I made my way into a silent house. I didn't call for anyone hoping that maybe no one heard me as I crept towards the stairs. As I passed the living room I heard my name.
"Spencer come here please," my Mother's voice floated into the foyer. I hesitated again. Maybe if I don't answer and make a break for it I can stay in my room.
"Now," my Mom said as if reading my mind. I guess that rules my idea out.
I walked into the living room and noticed my Dad in the kitchen pretending to cook. I knew he was faking because he usually sings when he cooks, but he was suspiciously quiet.
"Sit Spencer," she said coldly and I did, " What were you doing with her? I told you, you couldn't see her." Ha, proof she spies on me out the window, but so not the point right now.
"Well Mom, I told you she's my girlfriend," I said sharply. My Mom gave me a look of pure wrath. I might've spoken with more rudely than intended, but I'm sick of this.
"This is unacceptable! You obviously learned nothing from your grounding," what was I supposed to learn? That you are a judgmental homophobe? "You are not competing in your tournament."
"What? No!" I shouted. She can't do this to me she knows how much I look forward to this. Why?
"You can't do this just because you don't like who I'm dating," I shouted standing up. I never talk back this much; my Mom sat there in shock for a moment. I noticed my Dad quietly come in the doorway between the kitchen and living room.
"I am your Mother! I can do whatever I like!" she said standing up.
"Paula…" came from my Dad trying to calm tensions but she waved him off.
"You need to learn Spencer –"
"I love her Mom! You can't just decide who you have feelings for! My feelings are for Ashley! A girl! So what?" I cut her off. She looked at me as if I were diseased. Actually that's ironic, because if I were diseased she would probably help me. She'd be the first to cure me, the magnificent Doctor Paula Carlin.
No, she looked at me as if I were less than human. Something disgusting and inhuman that didn't deserve her help.
"You disgust me," she spat out as if she had been kicked. As if she were the one hurting, like I didn't get to feel anymore and her words wouldn't hurt me. I glared at her and felt my eyes prick with tears.
"Spence," my Dad said taking a step towards me but I ran. As I climbed the stairs I heard my Mom and Dad start to argue.
"You can't do this Paula. You're on the edge here," he said but I didn't bother listening. I kept running up the stairs. Glen grabbed me and I clung to him sobbing into his chest.
"It'll be alright Spence. Don't worry," he said soothing me. After I calmed down I pulled away.
"Thanks Glen," I said giving him a kiss on the cheek. He gave me a half smile and I went to my room. I shut the door and let out a ragged sigh, leaning against it. I could still hear muffled arguing from my parents downstairs as I sat on my bed and pulled out my cell phone. My Mom had forgotten to take it away due to our argument, and I had it because she likes to be able to contact me when I'm out.
"Hey sexy," she said answering her phone.
"Hey back," I replied quietly.
"What's wrong Spence?" she asked immediately sensing my mood. I smiled. I love the fact that she knows me so well.
"Nothing important, I just wanted to hear your voice," I said, "what's going on?"
"Well when I got home I had to listen to my sister go on and on about your brother," she said and I could imagine her scrunched up face from disgust.
"Eww" I said chuckling. I wouldn't want to hear about my brother's romantic life either. I smiled as I listened to her continue, I really do love her.