My mom and dad persuaded the doctor to let me go on my first date. They obviously begged, because I had the strictest doctor in the hospital. Sometimes, my parents can be the best, others, they're downright embarrassing! Anyway, my mom thought it would be a nice occasion to get me a nice dress. I hate dresses. I hate them almost as much as I hate P.E class. I almost refused getting a dress, but this was a formal dinner with Brandon, my parents, and Brandon's parents. My mom and dad wanted to meet with them. Make sure they weren't abusive, you know?
"Hi. I'm Sharlotte, this is my husband, Carl, and this is our daughter, Chloe. You probably already know that, though, don't you?" My mom was actually not being a total embarrassement! It was a dream come true! Now, for my dad to do the same... I hope he pulls it off without one of those stupid jokes coming up in the conversation.
"Hello. I'm Christian and this is my wife, Natalie. You've already met our son, Brando."
I looked at Brandon, a confused look on my face. He quietly took me aside.
"I know. That's my name as it is on my birth certificate. I added the N at the end when I was ten. I asked my parents to change it permanently, but they said I'd have to pay for it, myself. It's ridiculous. They forget that I hate being called Brando in public."
"It's okay. I'm fine with it. I'll still call you Brandon, if you want. It's really fi-"
"No. Please. Please, please, please, please, please, call me Brandon. I can only stand so much of Brando, th freakishly wierd named creep."
"I don't think that's grammatically correct to say 'Freakishly wierd named creep'."
Brando- I mean, Brandon just rolled his eyes at me.
We finally were seated. As our parents talked about money, we talked about school assignements and what we wanted to happen for the future. We talked about what we wanted to do for the rest of our lives.
"I want to be a veterinarian. They get paid alot, and I'm really good with animals and I don't get sick easily. I could do surgery on an animal, no problem." I explained.
"I want to be a doctor. I want to because I want to help the world. I want to either be a doctor or a scientist. Either way, they both cure diseases. Scientists just have to think a little more than doctors do."
Wow. I didn't even hear any of that. As much as I wanted to pay attention to what he was saying, all I could do was just stare into his eyes and daydream about the future. With both of our careers being jobs that pay really well, we'd be living the good life. We wouldn't spoil our children, just buy them maybe one thing every month. That's how I was raised. Every time I was good for a month, I'd get one thing I really wanted. Say my kids are good for a whole month, I'd buy them each one thing. That would be their reward for being good. But then, once they got to be my age, I'd give them allowances, if they earned them. Then, soon enough, they'd be making their own money. Oh! Brando- Brandon finished talking! I have to act like I paid attention.
"That sounds cool."
"I know, doesn't it? Being a carpenter would have advantages like the few I just mentioned! And it'd be great!"
Huh? When did he say anything about a carpenter?? Oh well...