A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Chapter 6: Reasoning

"I already knew." He laughed off with a bright twinkle in his eyes that suggested mom's involvement in this.

     I looked at my mom as she sighed, a smile lighting up her face, too.

"You know how I can't keep things from your father, darling." She revealed as I sighed, too, running a hand through my hair.

"After all these years, you would think I would know that." I said with a laugh as I smiled at both of them.

     What a couple my parents were.

"But anyway, I was talking to them the other day and they suggested that I'd stay over at their house for two days." I slowly started, already taking in their shocked expressions that changed as I kept on talking.

"But it was only with your consent; they're expecting you to say no like any normal pair of parents would, but I was just wondering if I, by a miracle, could." I finished, my tone surprisingly soft during the whole time as my parents stared at me with sad expressions.

"Oh, sweetheart, but that requires something more valuable." My dad softly said, his mouth slightly upwards in a sad smile.

"Like what?" I wondered.

"Time."

"Oh, dad, don't get all philosophical on me; I'm not Aristotle!" I complained as he laughed, taking my hand in his in a peaceful manner.

"I know you're expecting us to say no and it's for obvious reasons. It isn't that we have something against it." My dad started, but my mom interrupted.

"Actually, I do." My mom clearly stated as Dad shot her a look and she quieted down.

"But it's just . . . not right for eleven year olds to stay at a house where five men live, especially if they don't have any women in the house with them because..." He trailed off.

"Let's be honest, their girlfriends don't live with them, do they?" My dad asked and I nodded, receiving a satisfied look from both my parents.

"So how do you expect us to let you go with that being said?" My dad questioned as I sighed.

"I know that and I have taken that under consideration . . . Believe me, I know that my age does not go down well with theirs, but if I have to be sincere here, is there any way I could still possibly go?" I asked, absolutely contradicting what my mind was telling me to say.

     My dad gave out a slightly frustrated sigh, releasing my hand from his grip.

"Honey, maybe there can be some middle-"

"No. There is no middle ground in this issue." My mother firmly declared.

"But, mom. It's just for two days; it'll be over before you know it." I started, but my mom was already shaking her head.

"It isn't the amount of time, sweetie. It's the circumstances that compose this . . . situation." My mom warily called as I silently chuckled, but quickly focused back on the issue.

"Then mom, can you please explain your perspective in this?" I pleaded as I looked into her eyes, trying to find some kind of confirmation.

     She slowly nodded, making me relax my tense position a bit.

"Most of your friends in your old school were guys, right?" My mom asked me and I nodded, being sure that if I didn't respond to that question, she would already know the answer.

"Now, explain to me this. Remember when you asked me if you could go to Lucas' house for a sleepover he was having?" I nodded.

"Why do you expect me to let you sleepover with guys that you barely know and are much older  than you when I didn't let you even stay one night at Lucas' house, who you've known since you were three and is the same age as you?" My mom justified and I opened my mouth to say something, but then decided that it would be best if I stayed quiet.