"I'm home!" I shouted cheerfully as I slammed the door, hanging my jacket and dropping my backpack on the floor.

"Anything interesting happen at school? Anything happen with Louis?" My mom said as I entered the kitchen, eyebrows wiggling.

"Mom." I rolled my eyes. "Please."

"Well did it?" she asked, throwing spaghetti in the oven.

"No mom. Well I mean I'm going on a date this weeken-"

"Honey! This is so exciting!" My mom cut me off as I walked over to her.

"It's just a date!" I said, pulling her tray of spaghetti out of the oven and pouring it into the pot on the stove.

"What wedding theme do you want?" she teased.

"Mom!"

"Kidding! But send me your Pinterest ideas." she said with a wink. "And your father will be home for dinner."

"Cool," I said, pretending not to care, even though I was happy to have him around.

My mom stirred the boiling water with one hand, while guesturing with the other. "So what are you two going to do on your date?"

"Movies." I replied.

"Fun fun." Mom said, setting her hand down on the stove. "Ouch!" she cried out a moment later, pulling away a burnt hand.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I think I'm good." she said, looking at her hand closer.

"Alright. And the spaghetti is probably ready now." I told her.

"You can finish dinner, I'm going to go find the burn cream. There's garlic bread in the oven."

"Okay mom." I said, standing and turning the stove off.

I strained the noodles and pulled out three bowls, pouring unequal amounts in and grabbing spoons.

It was a family tradition that we are spaghetti with spoons. I have no clue why we do it - I guess someone was just a little too lazy to switch them out for forks.

I pulled one of my knives out of my pocket and cut the spaghetti into more manageable lenghthed pieces.

"I'm home!" I heard my dad announce from the hallway. I quickly flicked the knife up my jacket sleeve - an old trick Pedro Rodriguez taught me.

"Good afternoon." I said, standing on my tippy toes to give him a hug.

"You too Julie, how was you're day?" He set is brief case down on a bow in the foyer and turned to face me.

"It was great dad!" I walked back into the kitchen and grabbed the bowls, balancing one on my arm.

I entered the living room that was shrouded with boxes. The couch was against a wall and still had wrap around it's feet. The tv was sitting on a stand of boxes.

"Alright what movie do you want to watch?" he asked me.

"How about Yours Mine Our?" I suggested.

"Sounds great. Wheres your mother?"

"She's upstairs getting burn cream for her hand." I sat next to him.

"Ouch. I hope she's okay." He replied, meeting my eyes with an expression of sincerity.

My parents met a while ago in college. My mom was out of state so they hadn't previously known each other. They both ended up at Georgetown, my dad studying philosophy and my mom entertainment and communicantion.

They met in eday in the quad and got it off. Two years later my dad proposes and they moved. Four years after that they had me.

"Ready to watch the movie?" Mom entered the living room, hand band-aided with cream squishing out a little.

"Yeah." I responded with a yawn.

Still having a slight amount of rights block since I extended the climax by a week and added about twenty stickys to my wall.

I figured I can add a little bit of forshadowing and try to lead you away from what happens at the end, but I'm figuring no matter how much I do you will still be mad.