"Tell me, sweetie, how are classes going? Have you made many friends? How about your grades? I could have looked but I thought it'd be better to ask you about them. Oh! How is Langley? Is everyone treating you w—"

"Mom!" I grunt. If she holds me any tighter I am going to die and, damn it, does she have to press my face into her breasts? I know they're huge and hard to avoid but, damn, I do not want my death to be being smothered by my mother's overly large chest! "Can't breathe!"

"I'm sorry," she laughs, finally allowing me to take a breath of fresh air. I gasp in the much-needed air. "It's so strange not to have you here with me all the time. I've missed you so much. You look like you've lost weight. Are you eating enough?"

"One question at a time, dear, you're smothering the boy," Dad says, opening his arms for me to jump into. I do exactly that. I don't care if I'm almost sixteen years old. I will hug my dad like I'm eight if I want to!

"We really have missed you, son,” Dad says as he holds me as tightly as I do him.

"Missed you guys, too." I do mean it. Mom may smother me and talk too much and Dad may be a little overprotective, but they're my parents and I love them. They treat me well. I know a lot of people are not lucky enough to have parents as great as mine, so I make sure to appreciate them. I thank them and tell them I love them every chance I get. I imagine I always will. I suppose that also has to do with my family always being openly lovey.

Dad has no issue showing how much he loves Mom with constant hugs, kisses, and flirtatious remarks. I may grimace or gag at hearing it, but I do enjoy seeing them so happy. Mom loves holding hands and cuddling with Dad, so physical contact with my parents never bothered me. Their lovey ways spread to me, so I'm used to it.

"Tell us everything!" Mom shouts, wrapping her arm around my own as she tugs me towards the kitchen for dinner.

I tell them almost everything. I leave out a lot about Quinton, simply stating that there's this smug guy in class who irks me a bit. Dad asked if I wanted him to be expelled, as I expected he would, but I said that it's fine. I should learn to put up with people who twist me the wrong way. He looked proud to have heard me say that and didn't push the matter. Had I told him everything that had gone on between us I know for a fact Quinton would be gone in a second.

As tempting as that is...

"I'm glad you are enjoying yourself," Mom says after hearing my stories of school. "I remember high school… being young and in love."

Oh, no, not this again…

"Mom, please don't tell me the love story between you and—"

"When I met your father—"

I should never have come back.

*

After having to listen to Mom for an eternity about meeting my Dad and how they fell in love, I began to think that I would prefer having my face smashed in by Quinton. It is beyond weird hearing how your parents hooked up. I do not need to know any of that! Gives me the shivers.

Somehow I manage to make it to my room without vomiting my dinner all over the place. She has told me that story for years but it still makes me queasy. It's not that I'm not glad that they got together, but she never leaves out my conception. No child should know the specifics of how they were conceived! She even told me the date they believed to be correct: June 3rd.

I vowed to myself that on that day I will do nothing. I do not care if I get myself the sexiest girlfriend ever. I. Will. Not. Do. Anything! On June 3rd. I am scarred for life because of her.

After a hot shower and some midnight reruns on TV, I find myself finally beginning to fall asleep. My eyes feel heavy. My body is tired. My bed feels more welcoming than it ever has. I never thought I would miss it so much. Maybe I should ask dad to have it taken to my dorms...

Dorms. I wonder if… if Quinton is still at the dorms. He has to be lonely...