about it. Should Wes wait for me to get my shit together, have fun with whatever guys I want, while he sits back in California carrying a torch?”
Her face turned contemplative. “That’s not really fair,” she admitted.
“No, it’s not. I won’t say that it didn’t sting, and for a full week or so I stewed hard over it, but in the end, I get it. And to top it off, later that month, I met back up with Alec, and you know, one thing led to another.”
Maddy’s eyebrows narrowed. “What do you mean, you met up and one thing led to another? How did he even know you’d be in town?”
I looked off into the distance and sipped my coffee. “Um… the details are hazy.” I tried, but she wasn’t buying it.
“Bull honkey! You straight up called Alec to hook up, didn’t you?” Her accusation held laughter within it.
“Hook up? What does that even mean? I believe the official term is booty call, and I will tell you dear sister, that man has one of the finest booties known to mankind!” I sat back, feeling smug and owning every second of it then shoveled a bite of my second piece of cherry chocolate pie into my gullet.
Maddy’s cute little snicker had me giggling. She was so young, and naïve to the ways of the world. I just hoped this boyfriend of hers was a standup guy, and he wouldn’t take advantage of her. I guess I’d find out tomorrow night when I met the parents. A tremor of unease swept across my chest. Is this what fathers and mothers think when they meet the parents for the first time? I mean, it’s not like the guy is proposing. It’s just dinner. Normal families do that right?
I had no flippin’ clue.
Later that night, when we were finally in bed, I pulled out my phone to contact Angie, Tony’s sister. We got close back in Chicago, and if anyone would know about dating and meeting the parents, she would.
To: Angelina Fasano
From: Mia Saunders
Hey Angie, it’s Mia. Sorry so late. Question for ya. When a boy’s parents invite the girlfriend’s parents over for dinner, is it a big deal?”
Surprisingly the phone dinged right away. I chanced a glance at the clock. It was three in the morning here. Five her time.
To: Mia Saunders
From: Angelina Fasano
Hi girl. Weird question, but yeah it’s usually some type of formality. They want to make sure that the girl is good enough for their son by checking out the family. Why?
Fuck. I’d call Hector tomorrow and find out what to wear. He’d know. First defense, look like a normal, responsible older sister. Do not mention the job. Do not bring up the fact that dear, old, drunkard Pops is in a convalescent hospital paid for by the state because the ex-boyfriend, the loan shark, beat him within an inch of his life. Christ, it sounded super fucked up even in my own head.
I groaned into the too quiet room and typed out my response to Angie.
To: Angelina Fasano
From: Mia Saunders
My sister’s first real boyfriend. Uggh.
To: Mia Saunders
From: Angelina Fasano
Sucks to be you! Lol
Chapter 2
After a day of being pampered like the true Hollywood socialites Gin and I pretended to be, the last thing I wanted to do was spend an evening with strangers. More than that, I didn’t want those strangers to find me or my familial genes lacking. I’m pretty sure I groaned repeatedly while getting ready for the big dinner with Maddy’s boyfriend’s family. Maddy, though, was fluttering around the house, stopping to check herself in the mirror, smoothing down her flowing sun dress, and putting nonexistent pieces of hair back against her slick ponytail without a care in the world.
She looked young, carefree, and beautiful. Vegas at the tail end of April was warm enough to rock the summer wear, which on her, seemed effortless. I looked her over. She was the epitome of the girl next door. Golden blonde hair and pretty green eyes, the one and only feature we had in common. One day, she’d make a good man the perfect suburban
Her face turned contemplative. “That’s not really fair,” she admitted.
“No, it’s not. I won’t say that it didn’t sting, and for a full week or so I stewed hard over it, but in the end, I get it. And to top it off, later that month, I met back up with Alec, and you know, one thing led to another.”
Maddy’s eyebrows narrowed. “What do you mean, you met up and one thing led to another? How did he even know you’d be in town?”
I looked off into the distance and sipped my coffee. “Um… the details are hazy.” I tried, but she wasn’t buying it.
“Bull honkey! You straight up called Alec to hook up, didn’t you?” Her accusation held laughter within it.
“Hook up? What does that even mean? I believe the official term is booty call, and I will tell you dear sister, that man has one of the finest booties known to mankind!” I sat back, feeling smug and owning every second of it then shoveled a bite of my second piece of cherry chocolate pie into my gullet.
Maddy’s cute little snicker had me giggling. She was so young, and naïve to the ways of the world. I just hoped this boyfriend of hers was a standup guy, and he wouldn’t take advantage of her. I guess I’d find out tomorrow night when I met the parents. A tremor of unease swept across my chest. Is this what fathers and mothers think when they meet the parents for the first time? I mean, it’s not like the guy is proposing. It’s just dinner. Normal families do that right?
I had no flippin’ clue.
Later that night, when we were finally in bed, I pulled out my phone to contact Angie, Tony’s sister. We got close back in Chicago, and if anyone would know about dating and meeting the parents, she would.
To: Angelina Fasano
From: Mia Saunders
Hey Angie, it’s Mia. Sorry so late. Question for ya. When a boy’s parents invite the girlfriend’s parents over for dinner, is it a big deal?”
Surprisingly the phone dinged right away. I chanced a glance at the clock. It was three in the morning here. Five her time.
To: Mia Saunders
From: Angelina Fasano
Hi girl. Weird question, but yeah it’s usually some type of formality. They want to make sure that the girl is good enough for their son by checking out the family. Why?
Fuck. I’d call Hector tomorrow and find out what to wear. He’d know. First defense, look like a normal, responsible older sister. Do not mention the job. Do not bring up the fact that dear, old, drunkard Pops is in a convalescent hospital paid for by the state because the ex-boyfriend, the loan shark, beat him within an inch of his life. Christ, it sounded super fucked up even in my own head.
I groaned into the too quiet room and typed out my response to Angie.
To: Angelina Fasano
From: Mia Saunders
My sister’s first real boyfriend. Uggh.
To: Mia Saunders
From: Angelina Fasano
Sucks to be you! Lol
Chapter 2
After a day of being pampered like the true Hollywood socialites Gin and I pretended to be, the last thing I wanted to do was spend an evening with strangers. More than that, I didn’t want those strangers to find me or my familial genes lacking. I’m pretty sure I groaned repeatedly while getting ready for the big dinner with Maddy’s boyfriend’s family. Maddy, though, was fluttering around the house, stopping to check herself in the mirror, smoothing down her flowing sun dress, and putting nonexistent pieces of hair back against her slick ponytail without a care in the world.
She looked young, carefree, and beautiful. Vegas at the tail end of April was warm enough to rock the summer wear, which on her, seemed effortless. I looked her over. She was the epitome of the girl next door. Golden blonde hair and pretty green eyes, the one and only feature we had in common. One day, she’d make a good man the perfect suburban
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