Olivia had mixed emotions for her parents coming home. The family didn't always get along with each other, but she missed them. Plus, she didn't always like having the house to herself.
"How's your brother?" Liv asked her dad as he sat down on the leather couch. Mr. Jackson put his head in his hands, visibly stressed. Mrs. Jackson touched his shoulder, trying to console him.
"Not in great shape. Could be better." Mr. Jackson said, shaking his head. Mrs. Jackson stood up and walked over to her daughter, standing in front of her. She smoothed out Olivia's hair with her hands, and made sure she looked presentable.
"How was your week since we've been gone?" Mrs. Jackson asked.
Olivia took a second to think, remembering everything that had happened that week. Even though it was kind of shitty, it ended on a really good note. Plus, ever since last night, Olivia's head has been in the clouds.
"It was good. There's actually someone I want you to meet." She said.
She wasn't thinking when she said that. Liv was in la la land.
"Oh?" Her mom asked, crossing her arms. Mr. Jackson converted his attention to the two of them.
"Uh, yeah. I can invite him over for dinner." Liv said.
"Him?" Mr. Jackson asked. Olivia sighed.
"Yes, him. We're together." She said. Her mom raised her eyebrows, and her dad looked surprised.
"Already?" Mrs. Jackson asked. Olivia ignored her.
"Do we know this boy?" Mr. Jackson questioned. Liv shook her head.
"No. I don't think so." She said.
Mr. and Mrs. Jackson exchanged looks. Olivia already knew what they were thinking, but she didn't say anything.
"Alright. Invite this mystery boy over for dinner, then. What's his name?" Mrs. Jackson asked.
"Fezco." Olivia answered. For the second time, Liv's parents exchanged looks.
"What kind of boy's name is Fezco?" Mr. Jackson asked. Mrs. Jackson laughed.
"Oh, Derek. He's probably some hooligan who's trying to be a rebel. You know how some of the kids are these days." Mrs. Jackson said, looking Olivia up and down.
"I mean, seriously. Is he a liberal?" Mr. Jackson wondered.
"Dad. What does that have to do with anything? So what if he was?" Liv asked, challenging her dad. He raised his hands in the air.
"You kids these days are so political." Mrs. Jackson said, shaking her head. Olivia scoffed and made her way upstairs. She didn't agree with her parents' political views, but she knew arguing with them was useless.
"This Fezco better be here by six thirty!" Mrs. Jackson called after her.
Liv slammed her door shut, pulling out her phone from her pocket. She decided to text Fezco right away, realizing what she had just done.
Today
Fezco 3:38 PM
we have a problem
what's wrong
my parents want to meet you
my mom wants you here by 6:30 tonight for dinner
u serious
yes i'm serious
how'd they even find out abt me
i may have brought it up
cant stop thinking abt me?
haha very funny
i can't stop think abt you either
not after last night and shit
do u own any fancy clothes
changing the subject?
fez i'm serious
i mean, i guess
why
ur gonna need to wear them tonight
right, i wanna make a good impression
exactly
sry i got u into this
nah
i would have to meet them eventually
This gave Liv butterflies. It made her realize that Fezco was thinking about their relationship going long term.
see u at 6:30
i'll be there at 6
When Fez showed up at her door, Liv couldn't even recognize him.
She almost felt guilty for saying it, but she didn't find him as attractive as she normally did when he was wearing a suit. He reminded her of her parents. She liked him better with his chains and joggers.
"Hey." He said, noticing she was taken off guard. Liv just continued to stare.
"Who are you and what did you do with my boyfriend?" She asked, kind of talking to herself. He chuckled, and was going to say something when they heard her mom from the kitchen.
"Who is it, Olivia? Is he here?" She called. Olivia was going to warn Fezco, but she didn't have time. Her parents were already joining them at the door.
"Is this the lucky guy?" Mr. Jackson asked. Fez gave him a small smile. He was a little uncomfortable because Olivia's parents were staring at him, watching him like a hawk.
"Hi, sir. Thank you for inviting me over for dinner." Fezco said.
"What was it...Fezco? Please, come in." Mrs. Jackson said.
Once they were all down at the table and started eating, Olivia's parents started the interrogation. Both Olivia and Fezco were both incredibly nervous, but you couldn't tell.
"So, Fezco, how old are you?" Mrs. Jackson asked. Liv and Fez exchanged looks before he spoke up.
"Eighteen." Fezco lied. When her parents simply nodded, Olivia was extremely grateful.
"What do you do for a living, Fezco? Are you employed?" Mr. Jackson asked.
"Um, yeah. Me and my boy own our own business." Fez said. Both of Olivia's parents raised their eyebrows.
"Wow. A business owner. You know, Olivia, he's not half as bad as I thought he would be." Mr. Jackson said. He knew it was apparent Fezco could hear him, but in his mind it was a compliment.
"It's not selling drugs, right?" Mrs. Jackson joked, making her and her husband laugh. Olivia choked on her water, but Fez remained calm.
"Nah. No. Nothing like that." He lied again.
Once they were done eating, Olivia's parents left the table to clean up. Mrs. Jackson didn't prepare any desert. She honestly didn't think Fezco would last as long as he did.
Fez put his hand on Olivia's thigh underneath the table, knowing her parents could walk in any second.
"I think it went well." He whispered to her. She nodded, thinking for a moment.
Olivia didn't want to admit it, but she was horny. Her and Fez were alone in the room with her parents just a few feet away. They could do anything, but the risk of getting caught excited her.
She took his hand that was placed on her thigh and moved it closer to in between her legs.
"What are you doing?" He asked her. Before she could reply, Olivia's mom and dad called her to the kitchen.
She excused herself from Fez and walked in, nervous as to what her parents had to say.
"Listen, Olivia, me and your mother were talking and we really think Fezco should head home for the night." Mr. Jackson said, patting Olivia's shoulder. She furrowed her eyebrows, very confused.
"What? Why? I thought dinner went well." Liv said.
"It did. But, we don't think you should move onto another guy quite yet. And despite that young man's attempt out there to impress us, something about him is just...finicky." Mrs. Jackson said.
"Yeah. We just don't really like him. We don't want you seeing him anymore." Mr. Johnson agreed.
Olivia let out a scoff.
"If he leaves, I leave with him." She said, crossing her arms over her chest. Both of her parents let out a sigh, but she didn't care if they were stressed.
"Olivia Marie, you go out there and tell that young man to leave this house right now. You're grounded." Mr. Jackson said.
Him saying that was her breaking point.
"Fuck you both." She said, staring them both in the eyes and making sure to pronounce all three words clearly. She wanted them to understand that she wasn't annoyed, she wasn't angry, she was fucking livid.
They didn't say anything, just kept their mouths in "o" shapes until she walked out of the dining room. They didn't even follow her when she walked away, and Liv didn't know if she appreciated that or not.
"We're leaving." Liv told Fezco, walking straight to the front door. He quickly got up, a little confused. Fez thought he did a pretty good job at impressing her parents.
"What?" He asked. She ignored him.
"Wait for me in the car." Olivia said.