yet.”
“It was a he . It’s that guy dad flipped out about me dating last year. We’re still good friends though.”
“Ha! I knew it! I saw his photo flash up on your phone’s screen. Is he sti ll just a friend or is there potential for him to become your boyfriend?”
“At the moment he’s just a boy who’s a friend.”
“At the moment huh?”
“Yeah,” I smile. “I’m just not sure if I want it to turn into something more,” I confide in her, stealing a piece of already sliced carrot and popping it in my mouth.
“What’s wrong with him? Is he shorter than you or something?”
“No,” I laugh. “It’s not that at all. He’s actually a couple of inches taller than me.”
“Well, that’s definitely a plus. What’s holding you back?”
“Well, it was dad. But now…I don’t know. He’s nice, I get along really well with him. But when he kisses me, I don’t really feel that spark, you know?”
“That spark? What do you know about that spark young lady? Exactly how many boys have you been kissing lately?” my mother asks, a huge smile on her face.
“Only two.”
“Henrietta Davis. I let you out for one night and you’ve already attracted the interest of two boys. Don’t let your father know or he’ll build a tower and lock you up inside.”
“There is no way I’m talking to dad about that kind of stuff.”
It’s at that moment my father chooses to enter the house, calling out hello from the front door. My mother grins at me, her eyes sparkling mischievously from our shared secret as she holds her finger to lips and silently shushes me.
Not every eighteen year old girl has the same type of relationship with their mother that I do, and I’m grateful that she’s someone I can talk to. Otherwise I think I would have felt dreadfully lonely in this world due to my strict curfew. While I was sitting at home, a lot of my friends were out, bonding and doing things that young adults do. Really, my friends are just Aaron’s friends. It’s been because of my history wi th him that I even have any sort of social life. It’s not that I’m unlikeable, once again, I think it comes down to the age thing. It’s really hard to fit in with people who are at an age where they are driving and drinking, when you’re still a teen. So I’ve spent a lot of time with my mum – really she’s like my best friend. I can tell her almost anything and know she’ll understand me.
“Was that Damien’s car I saw leaving our street?” my dad asks, as he enters the kitchen, heading straight over to my mother to give her a hug and a kiss in greeting.
“Um… yeah. He actually lives a couple of doors down from one of my uni friends. He drove me home.”
“Why is he driving you home?” he asks. “You’re not training. There’s no reason for him to have anything to do with you.”
“I don’t know dad. I was hoping you could tell my why he’s so interested in me.”
He grunts. I’m not sure if it’s happy, angry, thoughtful or just a grunt for the sake of a response.
“You can always call him off,” I suggest. “Shockingly, none of the other girls have a bodyguard.”
“What are you talking about?” he frowns.
“Oh my god, Dad. Y ou’re the one who has him following me around. Isn’t he your guard dog – making sure your daughter never puts a foot out of line? I don’t need to be taken care of Dad! You’ve got him thinking I’m a baby too.”
“I’ve done nothing of the sort. He’s come to that conclusion on his own.”
I pause and give my father my best unimpressed look. “Can you just call him off please? Tell him that you don’t want him to be my guardian?”
“I didn’t tell him to watch you.”
“What do you mean? I thought you sent him out on Thursday to keep an eye on me?”
“No. Why would I do that? You’re eighteen now. I promised you I’d back off.”
“That man!” I say pushing back from the table. “Mum, can I borrow your car? I need to go
“It was a he . It’s that guy dad flipped out about me dating last year. We’re still good friends though.”
“Ha! I knew it! I saw his photo flash up on your phone’s screen. Is he sti ll just a friend or is there potential for him to become your boyfriend?”
“At the moment he’s just a boy who’s a friend.”
“At the moment huh?”
“Yeah,” I smile. “I’m just not sure if I want it to turn into something more,” I confide in her, stealing a piece of already sliced carrot and popping it in my mouth.
“What’s wrong with him? Is he shorter than you or something?”
“No,” I laugh. “It’s not that at all. He’s actually a couple of inches taller than me.”
“Well, that’s definitely a plus. What’s holding you back?”
“Well, it was dad. But now…I don’t know. He’s nice, I get along really well with him. But when he kisses me, I don’t really feel that spark, you know?”
“That spark? What do you know about that spark young lady? Exactly how many boys have you been kissing lately?” my mother asks, a huge smile on her face.
“Only two.”
“Henrietta Davis. I let you out for one night and you’ve already attracted the interest of two boys. Don’t let your father know or he’ll build a tower and lock you up inside.”
“There is no way I’m talking to dad about that kind of stuff.”
It’s at that moment my father chooses to enter the house, calling out hello from the front door. My mother grins at me, her eyes sparkling mischievously from our shared secret as she holds her finger to lips and silently shushes me.
Not every eighteen year old girl has the same type of relationship with their mother that I do, and I’m grateful that she’s someone I can talk to. Otherwise I think I would have felt dreadfully lonely in this world due to my strict curfew. While I was sitting at home, a lot of my friends were out, bonding and doing things that young adults do. Really, my friends are just Aaron’s friends. It’s been because of my history wi th him that I even have any sort of social life. It’s not that I’m unlikeable, once again, I think it comes down to the age thing. It’s really hard to fit in with people who are at an age where they are driving and drinking, when you’re still a teen. So I’ve spent a lot of time with my mum – really she’s like my best friend. I can tell her almost anything and know she’ll understand me.
“Was that Damien’s car I saw leaving our street?” my dad asks, as he enters the kitchen, heading straight over to my mother to give her a hug and a kiss in greeting.
“Um… yeah. He actually lives a couple of doors down from one of my uni friends. He drove me home.”
“Why is he driving you home?” he asks. “You’re not training. There’s no reason for him to have anything to do with you.”
“I don’t know dad. I was hoping you could tell my why he’s so interested in me.”
He grunts. I’m not sure if it’s happy, angry, thoughtful or just a grunt for the sake of a response.
“You can always call him off,” I suggest. “Shockingly, none of the other girls have a bodyguard.”
“What are you talking about?” he frowns.
“Oh my god, Dad. Y ou’re the one who has him following me around. Isn’t he your guard dog – making sure your daughter never puts a foot out of line? I don’t need to be taken care of Dad! You’ve got him thinking I’m a baby too.”
“I’ve done nothing of the sort. He’s come to that conclusion on his own.”
I pause and give my father my best unimpressed look. “Can you just call him off please? Tell him that you don’t want him to be my guardian?”
“I didn’t tell him to watch you.”
“What do you mean? I thought you sent him out on Thursday to keep an eye on me?”
“No. Why would I do that? You’re eighteen now. I promised you I’d back off.”
“That man!” I say pushing back from the table. “Mum, can I borrow your car? I need to go
Similar Books
