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Chapter 33The next Tuesday morning both girls woke up as early as possible to get final preparations ready. They had spent the previous five days preparing for the arrival of two sets of parents. They had planned Tara to cook both steak and fish, in case any parent wasn’t in the mood for a certain meal. Willow would entertain, they decided. Because she could run on and on about the easiest subject for the longest amount of time.
Both girls knew that they were making a bigger deal of the situation than necessary, but at the same time, couldn’t stop cleaning. Everything was clean, and you could see yourself in all glass items. The wood was shining, without a hint of dust, and the bathroom gleamed.
They both knew enough to pick out outfits before their elders arrived, so that there weren’t billions of shirts and pants scattered across the bed.
At six o’clock, both girls sat on the couch waiting. Hands crossed in their laps, and sitting up straight.
“So, I am allowed to touch you?” Willow looked at Tara, only her neck turning.
“You wanna touch me?” Tara asked, confused.
“Not now. Well, yes now, always, but I mean, if I’m helping in the kitchen love pats a go?” She asked with pep.
“Go for it. Don’t you think it’d be kind of weird if we were always like four feet apart and we can’t look at each other? They’ll think we’re doomed.”
“And we’re not.” Willow nodded.
“Exactly.” Tara nodded, and then started staring at the door. “Nervous?”
“A little. You?”
“I feel like I’m going to pass out.”
“Deep breaths.” The redhead nodded, putting her hand on Tara’s interlaced hands.
“Right. Right.” Tara nodded. She looked over at Willow, who was smiling at her. Eyeing up her cargo pants and around the navy blue low, but not too low, sweater. She leaned over to her and gave her a simple kiss on the lips. “What could go wrong, right?” She smiled, as there was a knock on the door.
Willow’s parents arrived first and took their seats on the love seat to the left of the room. And Tara’s parents came, her mother on the recliner and her father on the sofa. Tara pulled a chair over from the dinner table and sat it down next to the coffee table for Willow to sit. And she took her place next to her father.
The three couples talked for what felt like hours.
“So, how long have you two been together for, officially?” Tara’s mother asked.
“About five months.” Willow smiled.
“And neither of you thought it was too soon to move in together?” Willow’s mother asked, eyeing Tara.
“I don’t think either of us had any doubts coming into this apartment. Just gives us more time to watch movies. And do homework, of course.” Tara smiled at Mrs. Rosenburg.
“How about money? As far as I know neither of you work.” Ira asked from the love seat.
“Well- - ”
“We both- -” They both started.
“Go for it.” Willow smiled at Tara.
“Alright. Well, we both decided that we had enough money in bank accounts to live for a little while, without help. And we said when we were settled we’d put in applications to places we liked.” Willow nodded.
“We put applications in yesterday.” The redhead smiled, accomplished. “Need some money for the apartment, food—Food?” She looked at Tara. She mouthed, “food?” one more time.
Tara got up from her place on the couch and ran over to the kitchen. She opened the oven and pools of brown smoke fell into the air. It wafted in the air. Tara coughed.
“Excuse me.” Willow said from the living room. “Baby?… Oh my god.” She giggled.
“Its not funny! What are we gunna do?” Tara yelped.
“Pizza?”
“But we planned this for so long. I ruined it.”
“No you didn’t sweetie. They don’t care. I don’t care. Pizza’s fine.” She smiled and walked over to Tara and placed her hands on her hips. “Okay?”
“As long as you break the news.” Tara smiled as she put her hands on Willow’s shoulders, pulling her in for a kiss.
“Girls.. everything… okay---?” Mr. Maclay walked into the kitchen.
The girls pulled apart quickly. “Sorry. Um…” Willow started.
“Sh.” Mr. Maclay shook his head, “Don’t worry about it.” He whispered. “The first time Tara’s grandmother came over to the house, the same thing happened. Happens to the best of us.” He winked.
Willow smiled. “Thank you, sir.”
“So, pizza?” He asked.
“Looks like it.” Tara nodded.
“Good. Me and your mother haven’t had pizza in a long time.”
“We had it last night, don’t lie!” Mrs. Maclay called from the other room.
“Well, carbs are always good, right?” He smiled.
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TBC
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(yeah baby dancing banana) please more... going wonderfully
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