Joey's P.O.V.

I came to the conclusion that I have never been happier. I have an amazing boyfriend who is just perfect. What more do I need? I mean, my mom isn't the best. But who really cares about her? Oh shit.

"Daniel!" I say looking at him with obvious fear in my eyes.
"What? Are you okay?" He says returning the look of fear.
"Our parents! Today is Wednesday. They will come home any minute. You, you have to go," I say grabbing the few things he has and rushing him to the door.
"Oh fuck! I forgot about that," Daniel says as he grabs his stuff from my hands and reaches the door.
"I am glad we got to spend this time together. I will see you soon?" I say hoping that we will get to spend more time together soon.
"Of course. At the latest it will be Sunday. But hopefully before then," he says with a cute smile on his face. He leans in and cups my cheek with his free hand and places a soft, slow kiss to my lips. And then, he walks to his car. Leaving me in eternal bliss, standing at my front door.

I wave by to him as he drives away and then I lock the door. I walk upstairs to my room and realize that it smells lile pure sex in there. So, I grab some air freshener and drench my room in it, hopefully masking the smell. Luckily, it did a pretty good job covering it up. I walk around the house and straighten up, so my mom doesn't have a fit. And then before I know it, I see a car pull up into my driveway. And, it is my mom.

She comes in the door and starts screaming my name. I cone downstairs because by the tone in her voice it sounded like she was dying.
"Hey mom! Whatcha need?" I say very sweetly as if I didn't have sex with a preacher's boy this weekend.
"The Preda's are come over for dinner tonight. So I need you to help me cook," she says smiling widely. That is the one thing I like about my mother. The woman has always loved cooking. No, I am definetly not as good as her. But hey, everyone always has room for improvement. Right?
"Okay. What are we having?" I say trying to pull the subject off the Preda's for a second.
"Um I was thinking chicken and broccoli pasta with fettuccine alfredo sauce," she said biting her nails. She always bites her nails when she is nervous. Hmm I wonder why? Probably because she had sex with the preacher at the church for three days straight and lied about it. But whatever.
"Okay mom. Well what time will they be over?" I say trying to sound as calm as I possibly could. But it is kinda hard when you and your mom both has a secret boyfriend and they are related.
"Um at 2. We will all talk and then eat at 5," she says nodding her head as if she is trying to believe it herself.
"Alright well it is 12:37 right now," I say goancing over at the clock, "So I will go ahead and get started on the chicken and sauce while you do the pasta. Okay?" I say with a million-dollar, fake smile.
"Alrighty! Thank you Joey. If it weren't for you being gay you would be the perfect son. I wonder if Daniel can cook?" She says implying that Daniel is straight. I wanted to blurt out 'Daniel's dick in my ass this weekend would say otherwise' but I figured that was too much.

I finished the food and placed it all on the mahogoney table. Then, I went upstairs and got ready. I threw on the tightest jeans I own along with a tight, black, crew neck shirt. I then put on a crystal necklace to add some color to the outfit. And voila! I was ready to see my boyfriend. Well, we can't really act like boyfriend.

I came down the stairs and the door bell rang. I again glanced at the clock and it read 2:00, right on schedule. I took a deep breath before opening the door, my mom slowly coming over behind me. Here we go...

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Authors Note:
So how is the three hourse of just talking and dinner going to go? I guess we will have to find. Next update will probably be Daniel's experience when his dad came home. Also, let me know who's perspective you want the dinner to be in. Sooooo yeah! Thank you guys so much for voting, sharing, commenting and all that great stuff! I will see ya next update xoxo <3