"Since school ended," he answered.
"And that was how long ago?"
"One hour."
"Hi, Mr. Horowitz," you greeted, and the man smiled, nodding his head in greeting before the two men of the house clapped hands and embraced. You turned your gaze over to the brunette, eyes lighting up. "Oh, my gosh, Josh!"
"Hey, Y/N," he smiled, standing up. You wrapped your arm arms around his shoulders as he did the same to your waist.
You let go of him, still grinning. "So, how's college going?"
"Pretty good. I've been thinking about studying environmental law-."
"When did you get so boring? Oh, wait, you've always been a buzzkill," Cher interrupted, practically ripping you away from Josh who sneered. She sat you down beside her and you chuckled at her childish behavior.
For a while, idle chatter rang around the table, before the topic of future came into play. "So, Dean, have you given any thought to our discussion about neurosurgery?" your father wondered.
"Well, uh, yeah, but I really think I'd like to check out paramedicine," he admitted.
"What for? You want to have a miserable, frustrating life?"
"Oh, Dean will have that no matter what he does," you nodded, and a loud snort escaped Cher, causing you to look at her with wide eyes and a suppressed giggle.
"At least he knows what he wants to do." You rolled your eyes at your father's usual retort. "And he's already getting early offer guarantees from numerous good colleges."
"He's also a Senior. I don't really have to be thinking about that right at this very second," you muttered.
"Either way, I'd like to see you have a little bit of direction," he finished.
"I have direction," you grumbled, chomping into another asparagus.
"Yeah. Towards the mall," Dean countered, and you squinted at him with a glare, kicking his shin with your heeled foot, causing him to clench his jaw and take a breath, holding his hands up. Mel and your father gave him an odd look but brushed it off.
"Which reminds me, Y/N, Cher, where's your report cards?" Mel questioned.
"It's not ready yet," the blonde girl stated.
"What do you mean it's not ready yet?"
"Well, some teachers were trying to lowball us," you said with a sad tone.
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𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙘 ; clueless
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