I took an extra long piping hot shower and I took my sweet time. The Devil in my room was not the wake up call I expected but I guess it was what I needed. If the desperation coming off me was enough to summon a Devil then I needed to get it together. I washed every part of me.
I got dressed in my robe and went to my room. The Devil was gone thank God (hehe yes that was another pun). I got dressed rather quickly and decided to go find some food out of the fridge. I stepped out and some stranger is sitting right there at the table laughing with my mom.
He looked about my age. Pimples, tall, super pale, lanky, pink slanted eyes and white hair.
"Oh honey! Glad to see you out of your room! While you were in the shower, your friend Lee?" And the kid nodded.
"Lee knocked on the door and said he told you to tell me that he was coming over today but that was before your dog died and you might have forgotten. Oh gosh! I just realized your father doesn't know! You have never had a boy over! I should go let him know so he doesn't shoot the poor boy! Be right back!." My mom just ran out the door faster than a wind up speed car. I gave this Lee fellow the side eye.
"I didn't schedule any boy to come over so Let me guess. Satan? The Devil? Chupacabre?"
Lee laughed. "No to Satan and Chupacabre but I am the Devil you met in your room."
"Any particular reason for your choice in appearance?" I asked.
"I need to be your age and I don't like looking normal. It is boring." he said.
My stomach made a loud growl. I just shrugged him off and opened the pantry in search of fast nutrients. There was a jar of peanut butter so I opened it up, grabbed a spoon and started eating it out the jar.
"Honey at least make a sandwich!"
My mom swooped in, grabbed the peanut butter from my hand and proceeded to bustle around.
"Hey! I was eating that! I don't want a sandwich! Just give me the peanut butter please! I desire to drown my sorrows till I hit the bottom of that jar." My mom grabbed the bread. Lee laughed. My dad trudged in and Lee stood up quickly.
"Honey just give her the jar. The fact she is eating at all should be good enough." said my dad.
My mom huffed and handed me the jar. I continued eating.
"Now what are your intentions with my daughter?" My father asked walking right up to Lee towering over him.
"I believe that depends on your daughter." Lee said with an absolute poker face.
"You better not test me boy. I am not afraid to shoot some punk teenager." said my dad narrowing his eyes.
"So that's where she gets it from...Sir I think your daughter would shoot me first if I did anything weird, I think you have nothing to worry about." said Lee looking at me.
"I get the feeling you are a Daddy's girl with that gun you told me you keep under your pillow." My dad laughed and clapped me on the back.
"That's my girl. Alright, I'm going back to the main room now. I don't want to mess with my wife's kitchen. I know better." he kissed my mom on the cheek and left the room.
My mom took the jar of peanut butter from me. "sandwich" she said and then grabbed the bread. I sighed and looked at Lee.
"You sly Devil. If you can charm my dad then congrats." I said and then stared at my mom making me a peanut butter sandwich.
"I think it is more of a sign that he has put faith in you to make the right decision. I'm more curious about the story centered around that kitchen comment." My mom giggled.
"I stabbed him with a fork the first time I cooked for him because he tried to cut into the roast I made and he was doing it wrong so I got annoyed and forked his hand."
I honestly never heard that story before so it was surprise for me to hear.
"How come I never heard this story?" I asked.
"You never asked."
"Yeah. You should care more about your mother Stacieeee." said Lee with a mocking tone in his voice. I fake threw something at him.