AN: More soon.
Chapter 55
He was nervous.
It was cute. As a general rule, I hated cute things. I made an exception for my kid.
"I've never snuck out before!" Baseball boy was almost shaking.
"You aren't." I took his hand and led him to my truck. "I asked your mom first. I think she likes me. She kept offering me mulled cider."
He smiled. His face just radiated happiness. "She really does like you! What about the bachelorette slumber party?"
"Trailer Trash Barbie and Boobs are fake passed out. It's amazing how sparkling cider can be confused for real booze. Your sister is watching some 90's teen flick with Smash Mouth in the soundtrack. I am getting you to make out with me, like Mary Jane is getting Teeth."
I pointed to where Kate was leading a giggling Teeth out of the house. I must be a real friend, not letting her suffer watching Peter Facinelli on a teen movie. It's bad enough the guy is putting on body glitter and a helmet wig to pretend to be a vampire. So stupid.
We reach my truck and he eyed it warily. I thought I was happy to be stuck in a rut. He carefully asked, "Shouldn't we take my car?"
"The grandma mobile? No. Let's live on the wild side, kid." Then my eyelid twitched.
I think I winked. That was the most bizarre sensation I ever felt. I think my eye just had a seizure.
"Did you get a bug in your eye?" Baseball Boy asked in concern.
Sigh.
I just pulled open the door. With some effort, because that thing gets stuck. Hunk of beloved junk. "Let's go."
He kissed my cheek and climbed in. "Where are we going?"
"To a night to remember."
He made me cheesy. Damn it.