Post Fifteen: Take Heed

Elli

He must be glutton for punishment.

There were many thoughts racing through my head on our way back to my parent's house. Mostly worried about what embarrassing thing they would say first. I knew awkwardness would ensue, I just wasn't sure which bit would come first.

Natalie's tiny little slut face was also bouncing around in there. It's not that I didn't trust her per se, it's just that she had a tendency to steal the show. Even though her and I had been friends for as long as I could remember, she was always out for number one. Which was something I actually used to admire about her. Except, of course, in the case of situations like this.

I couldn't dwell on that now. I had to deal with first things first, being my psychotic parents which Morgan was oh so happy to meet.

We made our way up to their front door, and I took a deep breath as I put my hand on the doorknob. I turned back to see Morgan standing behind me, grinning to himself.

“Don't be a prat,” I muttered, opening the door.

Morgan laughed as he followed me inside. Immediately my dogs rushed to the door, storming the gates, as it were. Othello, my mastiff, jumped on me. Knocking me down as he swarmed me with kisses. Katherina, my welsh corgi, stood back a bit. Giving little gruff growls as she decided whether she would approach or not. I giggled as I pushed Othello off me, and stood up.

“Morgan,” I said, “this is Othello, and Katherina.”

Hearing her name, Katherina came closer, and I bent down to pet her. She looked up at Morgan with wary eyes. But Othello shoved his head into Morgan, demanding pets.

“Othello...like Shakespeare's Othello?” Morgan asked, as he gave Othello some scratches behind the ears.

“Yes, I really liked the story. I mean, I know it's kind of tragic. But Othello was such a brave and noble soldier. If not a little easily persuaded,” I explained, “Katherina was named after Taming of the Shrew. She's sweet at heart, but very bitter on the outside.”

“Those are pretty goo...”

“Ellipsis is that you?” I heard my mum call to me, “you're late! Did you finally get laid!?”

I closed my eyes, willing her to stop there. I stood up, not able to look back at Morgan.

“Mum, I have someone with me!” I yelled back.

“So you did have sex!” She screeched, coming to the front door.

“Mum...seriously,” I sighed.

“Hello, I'm Morgan,” he greeted, brushing past me to shake my mum's hand.

“You look vaguely familiar...have you slept with Elli before?”

“Dear God mum, no! He's in the show Nat and I watch.”

“Oh, lovely. Well, I'm Rachel, it's nice to meet you,” my mum smiled, then she turned and began yelling to my dad, “Michael! Ellipsis is here and she finally has a boy with her!”

I was dying. Literally. Dying.

I turned back to look at Morgan, who was still smiling to himself. How obnoxious! Here I was in nervous sweats, and he was having the time of his life.

My dad came downstairs with the same grin on his face, just waiting to unload all his dadness on what he thought was poor, unsuspecting Morgan. From what I was seeing though, they would get along famously.

“Hello, I'm Michael,” dad said, stretching out his hand, “I see my daughter is already wearing your tshirt.”

“I'm Morgan,” he returned, shaking his hand.

But before he could continue, I hastily interceded, “my dress tore a bit, and Morgan was nice enough to lend me his shirt.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” Dad smirked, seating himself on the couch beside my mum.

I was mortified.

“The fact is, Ellipsis, we just really hated that Paul,” mum told us.

“Really hated him,” dad agreed.

“And we're just so glad that you have someone else now.”

“Really glad.”

Yup. That seems about right.

I couldn't even try to contend with them, I just needed to get out of there.

“Well, this has been swell, but I just came to get Rina and Othy, so we'll be going now,” I chided, pushing Morgan towards the doorway.

“Okay, well, make sure you practice safe sex!” Mum yelled after us.

“And don't do anything we wouldn't do,” dad snickered.

“Well that's a fucking short list then, isn't it,” I retorted.

“It was nice meeting you both,” Morgan concluded, as I slammed the door behind us.

His smile was as wide as could be as we stood on my parent's front porch. I quickly put my dogs' leashes on, and then stood up glaring at him.

“Don't say a fucking word,” I heeded.

“Wouldn't dream of it,” he laughed.

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