The rest of the day was spent buying bobbles and things. Necklaces, earrings, makeup and hair stuff. I've honestly never even used stuff like that before.
Lee of course joined in without permission and of course everyone was fine with it except me.
According to my friends, he has good taste. I wouldn't know anything about that. I just know that I like what I like. Dresses make me uncomfortable and I like my hair long.
When we finished shopping, my mom decided to invite us over for dinner.
Karen and Marie stepped inside.
"Nice place." said Marie.
"Very...scholarly...?" said Karen.
I laughed. They must be referring to the living room being shelves of books.
"My dad is a professor, remember?" I told them.
"Oh right. Where is your dad?" asked Marie.
"Probably in his office." I told them.
"I'll go get him." said my mom and she walked down the hallway. I heard a door open and close. A few moments later, I heard the door open and footsteps. Dad emerged from the hallway.
My friends seemed to be stumbling over their words when talking to him. Marie's face turned bright red. After about a few minutes of awkward conversation my mom jumped in chuckling a bit.
"Why don't you girls go up to Stacie's room for a bit? Dinner will be ready shortly." she said.
Both girls quickly agreed and asked where my room is. I indicated to follow me up the stairs. I opened my door and let them in.
"Woah. This is not what I was expecting." said Karen.
I looked around the room. It seemed pretty normal to me. My queen bed was in the upper left corner next to the window. My desk and chair were next to it. There were 3 bean bag chairs in the upper right corner. My artwork was decorating one wall and a wall of shelves filled with books was on the other. Clothes were scattered everywhere. My closet was empty.
"Well, first of all, your room is bigger than my entire home." said Karen.
"No kidding, this is fancy." said Marie and plopped in one of the bean bag chairs.
"Why didn't you tell us your dad was hot? I was not prepared!" said Karen.
My throat tightened in disgust. "Please don't make me throw up."
"Look, I get it. He is your dad but I see why your mom locked that down. His eyes are so blue." said Marie while fanning herself.
"He has the best jawline ever! I also have a thing for black hair. You can tell he served in the military too. The man is ripped." said Karen.
"And he has a good sense of masculine fashion too! He was well dressed even being home in his office!" said Marie.
Pain rose in my temples and I sat down on a different bean bag chair "Please stop."
"Well your mom is gorgeous too just saying. She has that whole old hollywood Marilyn Monroe, pin up model vibe about her. Its just strange because your dad seems like a bad boy type. How did they meet?" Karen asked sitting in the last bean bag chair.
"My mom was a nurse in World War 2 and my dad ended up in her care from a leg injury. After the war, he got a Veteran scholarship for school and my mom became a secretary until he finished to pay the bills or something like that." I said.
"Oh that is so romantic! Love in the time of war!" said Karen sighing to herself.
"Wait...did you say your mom worked while your dad was in school? Wow. I don't think I've heard of that. Can you imagine it? A woman supporting a man financially?" Marie said wide eyed.
"I never thought anything of it..." I said honestly and I truly didn't. I guess I forget that isn't normal because she is always harping on me about getting a husband.
"Your mom is actually kind of awesome. Women like her are why we can even have jobs at all." said Karen.
"Both of your parents are like true American heroes." said Marie.
"To me they have always just been mom and dad." I responded.
"You don't even realize how lucky you are and it is so annoying. Maybe you will get hotter when puberty hits." Said Karen.
Both girls laughed and I threw a pillow from my bed at them. That only made them laugh harder.
"I have totally hit puberty!" I screamed.
Marie snorted. "Your mom is stacked and you are barely a B cup. Girl, you are lying to yourself. I promise puberty is not done with you."