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Recap: He chuckled once humorlessly and said, "I'm a guy, okay? I know when a guy likes a girl. Just like you probably know when a girl likes a guy."

"Yes, I do. But trust me, no guys in that school like me. At least not as anything more than a friend," I insisted, and started toward the door to go inside.

"Well, I know that's definitely not true…" he muttered under his breath—I was sure I wasn't meant to hear it.

What does he mean by that? I thought to myself.

5. Meeting the Parents… Again

We walked into the house, him following close behind me, and I noticed my mom sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Aria? Is that you?" she asked.

"Yeah, mom. I brought a friend over, too," I smiled.

"Well who could—" she turned and saw Taylor and a shocked expression took over her face. "Oh. Who's this?" she asked.

"You really don't remember?" I asked skeptically. She shook her head no, and I started to speak, but my dad coming up the stairs interrupted me.

"What's going on up here?" he asked happily. And then he spotted Taylor, and from the look on his face, he didn't recognize him, either. "Who's this? Aria, do you have a new boyfriend that you failed to mention?"

I felt my cheeks heat up—only in the presence of Taylor—and stuttered, embarrassed, "Uh, no, Dad." Then I turned to Taylor, and we started having a quiet conversation. I looked into his eyes and said, "Smile."

"What?" he looked confused as he registered my words. "Why?"

"They'll remember you if you do. It hasn't changed. But your actual physical appearance has," I stated matter-of-factly. "Um, just think of… how it felt when you saw me again," I suggested.

As soon as I said that, his face lit up into a glorious smile, which in turn, made me smile.

My mother's face lit up as Taylor grinned, and she ran over to him to give him a hug. "Taylor! Oh, my God! It's been too long!" When she pulled back, she playfully slapped his arm, and said, "Why did you stop contacting us?"

He grinned sheepishly, and mumbled, "I was getting really busy… you know, with work and stuff…"

My mom rolled her eyes and shook her head as she stepped back and said, "Well, it's good to see you, again." And she smiled at him.

My dad grinned at him, and when my mom's episode was finished, he stepped up to Taylor and gave him one of those weird man-hug things, and said, "It's great to have you back."

"Thank you," he replied to both of my parents, and grinned down at me.

"Please tell me that you're staying for dinner," my mom started. "We're having homemade chicken and dumplings…" she finished trying to persuade him to stay.

He smiled at her again, and replied, "Sure, I'll stay."

"Great," I interjected. "Well, why don't I show you around our new home?" I asked, feigning enthusiasm.

He laughed at my attempt to sneak him away from my parents before they ambushed him anymore, and followed me. I gave him a tour of the upstairs, then the downstairs, and then I decided to show him my room.

"Okay, don't laugh," I warned.

He smiled, "I promise."

I nodded and opened the door to reveal my blue and purple walls covered in cars and other posters. Above my TV, there was a picture of me from a figure skating competition, on my bulletin board, there were programs from each play that I had been in, and on my bed there was a tiger comforter. In the middle of all the car pictures, there was a random picture of four tiger cubs at a log. After a few minutes, I decided to look back at Taylor for his reaction.

He was looking all around the room, and finally he turned back to me and said, "Wow."

"I know, it's a little much, right?" I asked.

"No! No, I mean, I like it. If I had just met you, which I feel like I kind of am again, then I'd be able to tell so much about you from just looking around your room once. It's nice. It's very you," he replied, joking at the end.

I laughed and lightly pushed him. "Shut up."

He laughed, too. "Why?"

"Because you're annoying," I answered jokingly.

"Well, good. Then it's not just you," he teased back.

I scoffed at him, and then childishly turned my back to him, crossed my arms, and huffed.

He laughed and came up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist in a backwards hug and rested his chin on my shoulder. I stiffened, but I don't think he noticed, because he kept chuckling silently. "I'm sorry. Can you ever forgive me?" he teased softly.

I sighed. "Well, I'm going to have to think about that one…. Maybe in time…" I trailed off, and smiled at him.

He laughed and poked me in the sides where I'd always been ticklish. And I had the reaction I had every time. I screamed, hit him, and then started laughing.

We laughed together for a good five minutes, and when we calmed down enough, he asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know," I replied lazily.

"… Hmm…. Do you want to watch a movie, or something?"

I shrugged and replied, "Sure."

"Okay, you pick."

"Nu-uh! You're the guest, you choose," I told him as I lead him to our home theater.

He smiled at me and shook his head. "No," he answered simply.

"If I choose, it'll be Transformers," I said. "So, if you want something else, you're going to have to pick."

"I'm fine with Transformers. It's a good movie. And Megan Fox is hot," he teased.

As I got the movie out, and started to get it ready, I said, "Yeah, typical male reaction. You do know that they used, like all their CGI stuff on her, right? They used more special effects on her than on the robots."

"And it paid off," he joked again.

I sighed at him and laughed silently. "Okay. Everybody watches Transformers for either Shia LaBeouf or Megan Fox. Or in my mom's case, Josh Duhamel…. But I watch it for the cars," I informed him.

"Really?" he asked, shocked. "What's your favorite car in it?"

"The 2009 Camaro, definitely. Or the Pontiac Solstice, but Jazz gets killed…" I frowned.

He laughed at my behavior, and invited me to sit next to him. "It's okay…. Jazz is in Cybertron heaven," he comforted.

I laughed and smacked his arm and said, "Shut up! Jazz is awesome! But Bumblebee is the best."

He laughed with me and said, "I still say Megan Fox."

Our conversation became silent as the movie started to play, and we got sucked into the realm of giant alien robots that turn into cars and planes and other vehicular devices.

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