JJ: Oh, yay...Mature

I couldn't help but feel better about the feelings I had after seeing Kyle. Rollar knew, and that made it so much easier, as well as lightening my mood.

When we'd finished sorting out the food, I just looped my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. I smiled, realising this was what I wanted every day to be like.

My phone began to ring along the counter. I kissed Rollar's shoulder and went to answer it. The moment I turned it over to see the caller ID, a scowl grew on my face.

"What?" I simply said, answering it.

"Busy, are you?" my mother's voice said, automatically sparking irritation and annoyance inside me.

"As a matter of fact, I am."

"What's her name? If you know it, that is."

"My girlfriend's name is Rollar, not that it concerns you."

"Girlfriend?" she laughed. "Since when have you had one of those?"

I sighed, exasperated. I glanced over at Rollar, who was watching me with curiosity and what looked like worry.

"And when do I get to meet her?" Mother asked.

I tensed. There was no way I would be letting my mother loose on Rollar. Ever, if I could help it.

"You don't."

"Why not? Are you too high and mighty now that you're in this rock band?" she laughed.

"No, Mother, I just don't like you."

"Well, the feeling is entirely mutual, son."

"Then why do you always ring me?"

"Because I know it irritates you. It's as simply as that, really."

"Well, lucky me."

"Indeed. So, you'll be coming home for dinner tomorrow night, yes?"

"And why would I do that?"

"You will, Jaimie, believe me. And you'll be bringing this Rollar with you."

"Lucky her," I mumbled. "I still don't understand why I'll be coming home."

"Lauren's coming home from college."

I fell silent. Oh, of course she was. Mother had planned this out perfectly. She knew I would go home if Lauren was going to be there.

"I hate you, you scheming devil."

"You too, Jaimie, you too. 6:30 sharp." Then she hung up.

I let my head fall into hands.

"What's up?" Rollar asked, moving to stand next to me.

"My mother's a spawn of Satan," I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

She smiled. "And what does that make you?"

I rolled my eyes at her, smiling slightly. "She wants to meet you, and in all her evilness has created a trap for me, which she knows I will fall into."

"What do you mean?"

"My little sister's coming home from college for dinner tomorrow night, which my mother wants both of us to attend."

"I didn't know you had a little sister."

"She doesn't want to have a part in my dad's business and she doesn't like the publicity that comes to our family. We don't talk much, not anymore."

"I'd like to meet your sister, your mum I'm not sure about."

"Spawn of Satan, I told you. I wouldn't want to meet her. You really want to meet them?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Partially, I suppose."

"Dinner tomorrow night then."

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