Not Quite According to Plan ((Closed))
May 18, 2011 19:01:37 GMT -5
Post by Mandy Steele on May 18, 2011 19:01:37 GMT -5
Things had been looking up for Mandy as of lately. Aidan was remembering things much more easily and had pretty much gained all of his memory back. They'd gone to prom together and had a fantastic time with one another and everything in her life really felt like it had fallen into place once more. The only worry she had was the fact that Summer would be coming up soon and she wouldn't really get to see Aidan as much as she would have liked. Well, if things went her way actually she'd be seeing him all summer so she figured that she'd probably end up mostly unhappy even if she got to see him for more time than usual. Still, besides that there had only been one mildly alarming thing and that was the fact that her parents were coming to visit sometime. When that was, she had no clue, but the message of it had seemed very off to her and it was slightly worrisome. She'd told Aidan about her worries, but of course he reassured her that she shouldn't be worrying herself silly over something like that. And she'd decided that he was right.
She was just going to deal with that ship when it sailed and have good days until then, after all, her parents were bound to call before they got here to let her know to go and meet them. On this Saturday, she had been having a good day, having woken up next to Aidan and spent the first part of the day with him. After he left to go work out though, she decided to go take a relaxing bath. After finishing it and getting dried off for the most part - leaving her hair that had gotten wet pretty much as it was - she decided that she was in a baking mood. And what better to bake than Aidan's favorite dessert for a surprise when he got home. Making sure that she had everything she needed, she got started mixing things up as she needed to when a knock on the door came. Frowning, she went to go rinse off her hands before heading over to the door - not thinking to check who it was before she opened it and instantly wishing that she would have as she saw her parents standing on the other side. Unable to do anything but stare for a few seconds. Both of her parents looked at her unimpressed and in that moment she realized that things could actually be very bad.
"Uh- hi Mom... Dad," she said, twisting together her hands nervously as she cursed the nervousness that she had in her. "How did you, uh- find, um, where Aidan lives? I don't remember him mentioning it to you."
"We could be asking you why you're here in the first place even," Melissa Stevens said in reply, ignoring the question and looking over her daughter as if she very much knew the answer. "In fact, I think I will. Why are you here Miranda?" she asked, using her daughter's full name which was a warning sign if there ever was one. Greg Stevens stood next to his wife and looked expectantly to his daughter for an answer that would please him.
"Well.. it's my fiance's apartment. I'm allowed to be here, as far as I knew. We hang out together. You know, watch movies, eat dinner together, do the normal things that engaged couples do," she replied, though soon realized how the last part sounded as her eyes widened. "Normal stuff like talk about out futures and about our days and walk Kisha together." She added the last part trying to sound confident in herself. Although, the way that her parents were looking at her made her feel like she was a very small child, one pretending they were a grown up. The looks were enough to make her feel like she had to add something. "And he can't go to my dorm room, cause it's girls only and he's not even a student anymore. So, sometimes I spend time here with him. Same as when we were at home."
Her mother raised an eyebrow at Mandy and she could see something in her expression that she'd never seen before. At least, nothing that she could place right in this current moment. "Just like at home?" she repeated, causing Mandy to nod as an affirmation. "I very much hope that's the case. How about you invite us in though because we have something we'd like to discuss with you and Aidan. Where is he? I would think that he'd be at least opening the door at his own apartment."
Mandy stood there awkwardly for a moment, wondering if she really should invite them inside, but standing outside in the hallway didn't exactly seem like a good idea either. She actually happened to know some of Aidan's neighbors and if they happened to strike up any conversation while walking by and slip a comment in there that would make her seem like she spent too much time around here. So, somewhat reluctantly, she allowed them to go inside and hoped that it would somehow magically make things better. "Aidan's not actually here right now. He had to go and do some work out stuff," she informed them as they went to go sit on the couch, not missing the way that they glanced around.
"If he's not here, then why are you here?" her mom asked as she looked up at her with the kind of critical eye that she'd never had to experience before. Her parents loved her, didn't question her or her actions all too often in the past. "If what you do is hang out with one another, and that's why you come over here. Why should you be here when he's not? And just how much time do you spend here on a daily basis anyway? I know it's the weekend, but you do have homework to be doing and a curfew to be kept, right?" The questions were asked in a way that were more like accusations than anything else, in a tone that was rarely heard.
Mandy was actually starting to panic some by this point, all of the questions being asked making her uncomfortable. Why would her parents even be asking such things of her? Unless.. oh God... what if they knew? How would they even know in the first place? It was impossible. She just had to keep her cool, although that task seemed pretty impossible at the moment as well. "Well, I had to finish up some homework and my roommate is loud anyway and then I figured that I'd surprise Aidan with some dessert when he got home from a hard day of training," she answered, her voice stronger than she would have expected. It wasn't entirely a lie, in fact half of it was the entire truth. Too bad that she forgot one critical detail in all of this.
"So doing your homework and baking your fiance dessert gets your hair wet? Or did you forget that it's still kind of damp?" her dad asked, speaking up for the first time. And she had nothing to say in response to that, not able to think quickly enough on her feet. Only paling a considerable amount under the gazes of her parents. He shook his head in disappointment as he looked at his daughter. "I never knew you to lie before Miranda Faith, but you've been lying to us for a long time now, haven't you? You don't just visit here, you live here in sin. This whole school has been a terrible influence on you, teaching you to lie to us, to go off and have sex with whoever you please, you probably don't even go to church anymore or read your Bible." He ignored his daughter as she attempted to say something, continuing to talk over her as if he hadn't heard her at all. "You used to be such a respectable young woman and look what this place has done to you. Pack it all up Miranda, everything you have scattered around here - don't even try to lie and say you don't have anything here, we know better. Get it and we're going back to the Academy and getting your things. You're finished here and you're finished with him. You're coming home with us, where we know you'll make good decisions."
"What? No! You can't do this!" she cried, tears welling up in her eyes and falling freely as she shook her head and tried to stand her ground. "You can't! I'm an adult and I'm engaged and you can't do this to me!"