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~5 PM~

"My parents will be home soon!" I exclaimed as Aaron kissed my shoulder while I looked over at my clock. We'd been talking for a last hour and a half or so, and I guess time flies when you're having fun...

"Aww, man!" he said. He kissed the back of my neck and worked his way down my shoulder. "Can you come over tonight?"

"Tonight?" I asked. "Aaron, I'm not as seasoned to this as you. I do need rest you know," I laughed when I saw the puppy dog look on his face. "Fine! I'll come over. But I can't make any promises as to what'll happen..."

"All I ask is that you show up." He smiled.

"That I can do," I smiled. "But you? I don't think I can."

"Amy!"

"Just kidding!" I laughed.

He and I both rolled out of bed and got our clothes on, just as I tugged my shirt over my head I heard a car door shut.

"Come on!" I said as I bulted out the door.

We sat on the couch and cuddled up but something wasn't quite right. I shifted, trying to get comfortable-

"OW!!!" Aaron yelled. "Watch it!!"

I finally realized what was going on, "Aaron!" I laughed. "What is up with you?!"

"I can't help it!" he said. I laughed and leaned against him again - carefully this time- draping a blanket over us just in case and turning on the TV.

My parents walked in through the door seconds later.

"Hey!" Aaron and I greeted them in unision.

My mom looked at us amusedly, my dad's face looking odd as he observed us.

"What?" I asked self consciously. My eyes darted quickly down at our blanket. Nothing was poking out, right?

"I didn't know boys wore lipstick nowadays," my mom chuckled.

I looked at Aaron and he had red all over his lips. HOW DID I MISS THAT!? I screamed at myself.

"Well... uh... He wanted to look pretty, so I helped him out a bit," I gave them an innocent grin.

Mom replied, "Yes, sweetie, he's the prettiest looking clown I've ever seen in my life." With another giggle, she walked into the kitchen and started dinner.

Once they'd left the room, I wiped my forehead in exaggerated relief. "That was a close one, pretty boy."

He pouted. "Are you calling me ugly?

I giggled and swatted at his bared teeth. "Only with that face." And kissed him again.

~Later that Night~

"I'm headed over to Aaron's!" I called to no one in particular.

"Amy? Could you come here first for a minute?" My dad called from his office.

"Sure," I said. I walked into the mohogany clad room and smiled at my dad wearing his oversized reading glasses, he looked like a freak with them on, "Yeah dad?"

"Come in a sit for a minute, I need to talk to you about Aaron."

Oh no, not again...

"Yeah?" I asked once I was seated across from him.

"Have you been having sex with him?" he asked bluntly.

I was shocked. Did I really look like it? DANG! Aaron must've banged me hard.

"No!!" I said defensively. He leaves my life for six years, and he expects to just walk back in mine and mom's lives, move us to LA and instantly get any and all respect back? I think NOT!!! "What do think I'm some kind of slut or something?!" I purposely yelled loud enough for my mom to hear. She'd get mad if she knew my dad asked me that kind of question; she's HUGE on personal privacy.

My dad's expression changed from curious to angry. "Don't you dare talk to me like that! I have a right to know if you've been engaging in sexual intercourse or not!"

"No, you don't! Did you wonder about that while you were gone, huh? Did you?" I leapt out of my chair, spraying spit all over the carpet as my anger teemed to maximum level.

He stood up too. "Don't speak to me like that, and sit down!"

Sure enough, Mom peeked her head into the room. "Whats going on in here?"

"He's invading my privacy!" I spluttered, angry hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

Here goes another crying spell, I thought.

"I have a right to know!" my dad roared.

"Right to know what?" My mom asked cluelessly.

"If our daughter is having sex!" he exclaimed.

She looked at me. "Are you?" Oh fucking hell, how was I supposed to lie to the woman who'd given birth to me? "I mean, I haven't had enough time to think about where I stand on this particular subject..."

"What are you talking about??" My dad asked incredulously. "Of course we should know!!"

"I really don't think we should..." My mom answered after a short pause. "Us knowing what she may or may not be doing with her boyfriends isn't going to stop her from doing it... I think that the best thing we can do is guide her," she put one arm around my shoulders. "And let her know how to stay safe."

"Oh that's great, and when she gets pregnant at 17 and that boy leaves, then what? We just 'guide' her through being a parent?!"

My mom fell silent. "Just because you weren't fit to be a dad, doesn't mean that no guy is," I said, my anger rising. How dare he make Mom bite her tounge, he has no right to tell me what I should or should not do. He was gone when I became the person I would be for the rest of my life. He didn't give two shits about me or my mom then.

"Excuse me?" he said.