“Mom, Dad. I have a question. Can Nash come over for dinner tonight?” You were sitting at the breakfast table and your dad looked over the top of his glasses and lowered his newspaper while your mom stopped chopping veggies to turn towards you.
“Nash Grier?” Your dad gave you a look of disapproval.
“Yeah. We’ve been dating for a few weeks now….” You said avoiding eye contact as you trailed off at the end of your sentence.
“Well, I don’t see anything wrong with it. He’s the most adorable kid your age anyway!” Your mom said as she went back to chopping veggies.
“Y/Mom’s/N, I don’t think you’re thinking of the same Nash Grier. You’re probably thinking of his younger brother, Hayes. Which I would also have no problem with because all of the Grier children are good kids, but there is a large age gap between you and Mr. Nash.” Your dad scolded.
“How big is the age gap?” Your mom looked worried again.
“About three years.” You mumbled. No one said anything for a while, but your dad finally broke the silence.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I’m going to have to say no. The age difference is too big to ignore. Nash is too old and mature for you.”
“But, dad! It’s only three years! You and mom are seven years apart!” You said in a desperate voice.
“End of discussion, Y/N. Now get your stuff you’re going to be late for the bus.”
*On the bus*
“So, what’d your parents say about tonight?” Nash asked as he plopped down next to you on the uncomfortable blue bus seat.
“They said no. They don’t like that you’re so much older than me.”
“Jesus. They make me sound like a pedophile.”
“Well, they said I couldn’t come over for dinner. We get out of school early today so can I come over and cook you lunch? Your parents don’t even have to know.”
“I dunno, Nash….”
“Come on! Your parents will be at work, it’ll be just us two, we won’t make a mess, they’ll never know!”
*After School at your house*
“Nash, do you even know how to cook?”
“Of course. I am a master.” He paused. “You know that show Ink Master? I’m, like, the chef master.”
“We’ll see about that.” You winked at him as you sat on the counter.
“Are you not going to help me?!” He asked as he held out his hands by his side.
“Nope. You’re the chef master, remember?”
“Fine. Whatever. I don’t need you to help me cook. I got this.” You heard your dog start barking so you assumed someone must have pulled up in the driveway.
“I think someone’s here, Nash. Let me go look. I’ll be right back.” You went and looked out the window and your eyes widened and your heart dropped. “NASH, MY PARENTS ARE HOME.”
“What? I thought you said they weren’t going to be home until later?” Nash asked as he stepped out of the kitchen.
“Just stay in the kitchen. I’ll try to stall them until we can sneak you out.” You opened the door as your mom and dad approached it.
“Hey mom. Hey dad. What are you guys doing home so early?” You tried to act excited to see them.
“Hey, honey. We felt like we were a little rough on you this morning so we thought we would come home and take you out to lunch, but it smells like you’re already cooking. What is that? It smells delicious.” Your mom said as she stepped into the house and took her jacket off.
“Oh, um, it’s nothing! I haven’t even really started. I’ll go stop it and we can go out for lunch.”
“No! Go finish it! We can eat your stuff for lunch. I don’t want your hard work wasted.” Your dad said. You knew there was no use arguing, but you knew you had to try.
“Well, um, I was struggling anyway, so can we please go out to eat?” You were desperate to get them out of the house so Nash could leave.
“Oh, sweetie, I can help you with whatever you need come on.” Your mom headed towards the kitchen.
“NO MOM DON’T GO IN THERE.” It was too late.
“Hello, Nash.” Your mother said. You pursed your lips and put your hand on your head.
“Um, Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N. How are you?”
“I’m quite well. When will lunch be ready?”
“It’ll be ready in five minutes, mam.” Nash looked very uncomfortable and nervous.
“Okay. Sounds good. We will be back downstairs after we finish changing.” She walked past you and went upstairs. You and Nash exchanged confused looks, but he continued cooking while you set up the dinner table. Your parents didn’t interrogate Nash at lunch. They acted like he was just any of your other friends. You were surprised that they weren’t freaking out at you and that they didn’t make Nash leave immediately. After lunch they even invited Nash to stay for a movie, but he had to go home and work on homework. You knew you were going to be chewed out by your parents after he left, but they never said anything except your mom who said, “We’re going out to eat on Friday with some friends. Feel free to invite Nash.” This must be their way of telling you that they trust you.