Abby
“Your pretty boy is outside.” My father said from downstairs.
“Dad, would you please stop calling him pretty boy?” I replied with a sigh, walking down the stairs.
“Only, if you invite him over for dinner so that I can get to know him.” I looked at my father with worried eyes.
“You mean to interrogate him.”
“I just want to know if he is good for my daughter.”
“Hmm, last time you told me that you liked him and that he is a good boy.”
“That’s different.”
“How so?”
“He is dating my daughter now.”
I still feel embarrassed, my father saw the whole kissing and cuddling thing between Casey and I Friday night, when he dropped me off. When I entered the house, I found my father standing at the window like a naughty little boy spying on his daughter.
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