These thoughts bounced around in my mind as I prepared myself for dinner. We didn’t have much time, so I decided to just let Avery have the shower; my hair wasn’t all that dirty. Besides, I probably needed all the time I could get to choose my outfit.

Time flew by, and before I knew it we were heading out the door. Given that it was such a nice place, I dressed myself in a form fitting open shouldered black dress, with open toe heels. I curled my hair with the flat iron, a procedure I had mastered after watching it many times on youtube, so it hung in loose blonde curls. Avery wore an empire waisted brown and off-white patterned dress, clinging snugly to her breasts and then falling loosely over her torso. I wasn’t going to lie, it made her breasts look really good. On her feet were a pair of brown flat boots that cut off mid-calf. If I do say so, we looked pretty hot. Whether this would help our case with the parents, only time would tell.

            We arrived just after they had, and we were seated within moments, thanks to Avery’s reservation. My father looked sincerely pleased to see both of us, hugging both Avery and myself, planting kisses atop both of our heads. My mother took me into a hug, and then did the same with Avery, perhaps exaggerating it a tad by embracing her for too long. I knew my mom was trying. She caught me looking at her and smiled sweetly, her blue eyes revealing her ever so slight discomfort, but also sincerity simultaneously.

            Once we had placed an order for drinks the questions began, but they were not as accusatory or jaded as I had preconceived. They first asked us about school, which lead to conversation about basketball and the cheerleading team (which Avery was on).

            “…And I was prepared to catch her, but she wasn’t spinning correctly. If I had kept my arms out, I would have had a foot to my arm. She insists I let her fall on purpose” Avery laughed about fellow cheerleader and King High Bitch, Madison. “Though I think her grudge is becoming a little over the top – it wasn’t even a rally. It was a practice. Nobody even saw it happen” Avery finished, smiling sweetly.