I kinda thought that maybe it was the cops to come arrest us, but it was worst. It was his parents.
Red Memo
"Mom? Dad?" Bam screeched. Bams face had 'Ohh shit' written all over it. It was going to be amusing of what he could pull out of his ass to save it this time.
"Bam? What are you doing here with" The woman that was supposably his mother paused, she shown the flashlight, she had in her hands, over me. She had disgust on her face, Im telling you right now, If looks could kill. I would be dead and buried from the way that woman looked at me, and could I really blame her?
"What are you doing here?" Bam questioned.
"Well Ryan drove past here with Kim, they said that there was some movement and there might had been a break in. So me and Phil came down too check it out." She explained, she was looking between me and Bam.
Bam had completely forgot I was there, even though his mother was shooting me cheap looks and his father was shaking his head. I felt like scum. Which was kinda right on the dot, I was the scum of the earth right now.
"Whos this?" His mother asked, nodding off displeasingly in my direction.
"Ohh, uhmm.." Bam thought for a second. "This is Amy, shes, Uhhh" Bam stopped again. His eyes were shifting back and forth repeatedly.
"Here for the design." Bam stated. "The design of the bar."
A blind man could see that Bam was lieing, Hell, Helen Keller would had known that he was lieing there his fucking teeth. I mean, it was now 11 something at night, Bams alone with a girl, and not to menchin the fact that Bam had totally forgot to explain why we were sitting at a candle lite dinner with an empty bottle of campain.
"I thought you already knew the design you wanted?" His father spoke up, for the first time.
"Thought I might need a professional's help." Bam lied again. His mother stared at him for a moment, then glaced at me. She smiled misleading. She didnt bleieve him for a fucking mintute.
"Nice to meet you Amy, Im April. This is my husband Phil, looks like you've already met Bam." She announced. I grinned weakly. Very weakly.
Read Memo
She was playing along to this little game. She knew Bam was lieing, Phil knew he was lieing, I knew he was lieing. Bam exceptually knew he was lieing. We all knew I was fucking her son, but she played along. I didnt have a clue to why, other than it was her son and it was his life. What could she do about it? She would probably be yelling at him behide closed doors, lecturing how hes a married man and these shenanigan wont fly, that hes doing the wrong thing, and he should stop admittedly and pray that 'Missy' doesnt find out. But she couldnt stop him for doing what he wanted to really do, and cheating was what he really wanted to do, then he was gonna do it. So she glued a fake ass smile on her face and played along.
"Nice too meet you too." I murmured in guilt.
"Guess since theres no real trouble here, Phil and I will be on our way. We will leave you to your designing." She said looking at the burning candles. She then smiled at him and me again before leaving.
When his parents drove off, it got exceedingly quite. I almost preferred April's death stare. Bam was still standing in the same place his mother and father had lefted him in.
"You better go." Bam proclaimed slowly.
Rest In The Results
"Yea, I think I better go too." I coldly replied, getting up. What a great night to end a fabulous tragedy.
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