A/N: Thank you for the awesome reviews and support! I hope my story continues to please you. And I welcome any new readers! AND LOOK AT MY PROFILE! MY SISTER MADE ME OUTLAST FANART FOR MY BIRTHDAY, AND SHE DREW SUCH A HOT MILES!
The bare countryside soon morphed into a cityscape, saving me from going completely insane from the redundant view.
"Welcome to Kansas City, Missouri" said a colorful sign with a rainbow on it.
I was just so happy to see civilization again, that I began singing and dancing:
I'm going to Kansas City
Kansas City here I come
They got a crazy way of loving there
And I'm gonna get me some
"Nice Little Richard impersonation, short stack." Miles laughed, as he turned down a busy street. "Quiet the gift you got there."
"Well, Little Richard's version is my favorite, but Wilbert Harrison was the original singer who was famous for his blues style."
"Really? Learn something new every day, I guess. Glad my girlfriend is a walking music encyclopedia."
"Your words touch me, Miles. Truly."
The streets were bustling with activity from shoppers to food trucks, and lights glittered from every building.
"Wow," I breathed, rolling down the window and poking my head out when we reached a stoplight. "This place is gorgeous! Why didn't you go to college here?"
"Because," Miles started, yanking me back inside when traffic started moving again. "spending eighteen years of your life in a crowded city becomes suffocating."
"I guess I can't really relate. Gunsan is a village compared to this place." I watched him take another turn and something occurred to me. "Hey, didn't you say your house was in the middle of the city?"
"Yeah, but I'm not taking you to my house yet. Since we are close by, I want to show you where my dad works."
"He is a librarian right? Must be where you get your smarts from." I smiled, enjoying how Miles tried to hide how pleased he was to hear me praise his father.
"The old man just read to me a lot as a child." The jeep halted to a stop, and Miles pointed across the street. "There it is."
Holy crap, it was huge! The place easily took up a whole block, but its most defining feature was its design. The library looked like a freaking bookshelf! A huge bookshelf!
"If I were you, I would've stayed for the library alone!" I squeaked, itching to kick the door open and race across the street.
"It's nothing special once you get used to it." Miles glanced at me and laughed. "I think we should leave now. You look about ready to take off."
"If it was a musical building, I'd already be gone before you parked!" I teased, staring at the beautiful building as the Jeep pulled away from the curb.
"Yeah, that's just how I would want to spend my day: chasing my dorky, 5'3" girlfriend around the city where she could get lost or kidnapped."
"You know I love it when you get all cute and protective, but who won our last arm wrestling tournament?" I snickered, emphasizing the 'who'.
"I told you, I was having an off day! You just got lucky."
"Awww, don't worry, Miles. You're still my big, tough teddy bear."
"Oh, you got to be shitting me." Miles groaned, covering his face as we sat in the Upshur residence driveway.
Hanging from the front porch was a banner that screamed in big, bold letters: WELCOME TO KANSAS CITY, YOUNG-JA AND OUR BABY BOY!
I was speechless to say the least.
On one hand, I was embarrassed, yet I was also….well, delighted. No one has ever welcomed me home with such flair and excitement.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt the Jeep backing out of the driveway.
"Where are we going?"
"Back to Colorado, or out of the country. I'll decide in a few minutes."
"C'mon, Miles," I pulled the gear shift into park and held his hand in mine. "if there is anyone who should be fleeing ,it should be me. Even with this banner, I'm still scared about meeting your parents. But you know what? I want to meet them. Why? Because they gave me you." I grinned at his wide-eyed, flushed face and leaned over to kiss him. "So, shall we go?"
"Give me five minutes." Miles pulled me in for another kiss, burying his fingers in my hair. "Scratch that, make it fifteen."
This boy is so strange and indecisive. When we kiss, he will either shy away or turn into the thirst monster; there is no in between.
Dorkface.
Thirty minutes later, we stood on the Upshur residence porch, staring at the front door.
It really was a beautiful house, not too fancy or too plain. It also had two-stories and was made of bricks, giving it a sturdy appearance.
"It's your house. You knock." I whispered, hiding behind him.
"What was all the big talk in the car? You wanted to thank my mother's ovaries, and my father's one lucky sperm, so you knock on the door!"
I was about to fire back a response when I heard someone inside the house.
"Miles?" A woman's voice called out. "Is that you?! Kamal, they're here!"
"Brace yourself." He murmured to me as the door flew open and the beautiful woman from Miles' wallet stood before me.
"Mio figlio prediletto!" His mother shrieked, yanking him into a spine crushing hug.
"H-hi, mom." Miles gasped, his fingers twitching. "I need air!"
"Sorry." She laughed, turning to look at me. "Oh my! You must be Young-ja!"
It was now my turn to have my spine crushed as Miles cackled from a safe distance.
"You are so beautiful! My son has wonderful taste!" Mrs. Upshur then grabbed the both of us and shooed us inside. "You must be exhausted from the trip. Please, have a seat in the living room, and I'll bring you some snacks."
With a shrug, Miles led me to the living room, while Mrs. Upshur scurried away to the kitchen, humming a song.
"Your mother is really sweet." I pointed out as we settled on the couch. "And she runs a café, right? I'm sure her cooking is delicious."
"Yeah, she is great." He scooted closer to me. "I never had a boring lunchbox in school to say the least."
"Hehe, and where is your father? Is he at the Magical Mystery Library?"
"Nah, he is probably up in his office, finishing up some work. He'll be down soon."
I nodded, noticing Miles had his arm around my shoulder.
"If you are looking to continue what happened in the car, you're going to have to wait."
Miles gasped, pretending to look offended.
"Why I never, Young-ja! Here you are, accusing me of trying to make a move on you in my parents' living room!" He sighed dramatically, draping his arm over his forehead. "I'm baffled!"
"But you were!" I retorted, giggling into my palm.
"I wasn't denying it though." He smirked, tugging me into his arms and blowing raspberries on my neck.
"Miles! T-that tickles!" I shrieked, laughing as he started to tickle my sides too.
"Alas! I cannot when you sound and look so damn adorable!" Miles then ceased his attack and placed me on his lap, his hands on my hips. "Makes me what to kiss you."
Instead of responding, I rested my hands on his shoulders and locked our lips, forgetting about where we were and who might walk in.
Miles made a sound of approval and began slowly rubbing his hands down my thighs.
I've said before that we were still awkward about showing affection.
Well, this is one of the consequences of being too modest: a rare moment where the shyness is forgotten and a simple kiss is morphed into a make-out session.
Just as we started getting into it, someone cleared their throat, and we immediately broke apart.
The handsome man from the wallet was leaning against the doorway, a smirk on his face that resembled Miles'.
"Oh don't mind me, kids. Just remember to use protection."
"Dad!" Miles shouted, his face as red as mine.
'Oh God, please strike me down here and now.'
It was also at the precise moment when Mrs. Upshur walked into the room with a tray of sandwiches.
"Oh my, did I miss something?" She asked innocently, wondering why Miles and I were covering our faces in shame.
"It's nothing, darling." Mr. Upshur chuckled, taking the tray from his wife. "Nothing at all. Come, let's eat."
As we ate Mrs. Upshur's food, Miles and I refused to make eye contact and sat on opposite sides of the sofa.
"What is wrong, you two?" She had this heartbroken look on her face. "You were being so friendly earlier."
"You have no idea how friendly." Mr. Upshur said under his breath, laughing at the glare from Miles he received.
"All joking aside though," Mr. Upshur sat up straight, a serious look on his face. "We're happy to finally meet you, Young-ja. "
"Ah!" I gasped, bowing at the waist. "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. and Mrs. Upshur."
"Discard the formalities." Mrs. Upshur grinned, waving her hand. "You can just call us Sophia and Kamal."
"A-are you sure? We just meet and all."
"Yes, it is fine," Kamal reassured me, "But, with the way Miles always talks about you, it feels like we've known you for years."
I glanced at Miles who just continued to cover his burning face.
"You seem like a sweet and polite girl. Plus, you've taught our knucklehead of a son a thing or two about caring for others." Kamal and Sophia beamed at each other, nodding in unison. "So, you have our blessing."
A weight lifted off my shoulders, and I sighed in relief.
"Thank you very much!" I bowed once again. "I promise to treat your son well, and..well, thank you for bringing him into this world."
The two of them busted into hysterics, making me feel like an idiot.
"You are so precious!" Sophia kissed both of my cheeks before standing up. "I'll go prepare the guest room for you!"
"Ah, thank you very much!" I called after her.
"Miles," Kamal stood up, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "If you decide to sneak into Young-ja's room tonight, give me a heads up, so I can put in ear plugs."
"DAD!"
A/N: Despite how sweet and innocent I like to make them, Miles and Young-ja are teenagers, and they have dem horomones! Haha. Next up is Young-ja's family! And seriously, look up Kansas City Public Library. It is so cool! AND LOOK AT MY SISTER'S PICTURES! THEY ARE GLORIOUS!