Twenty-Eight: You Did This

My parents tried to fish information out of me at dinner that night. It was the first time I had a friend, let alone a boyfriend. Most of the time, when Elena would go out with Stacy or any of her other friends, she had me tag along because she didn't want me to feel left out. While it was thoughtful of her, it was even more uncomfortable hanging out with people that didn't particularly care for me.

Now that I had a life of my own, I don't think my parents knew what to do. My mom asked me how it went with Gabriel, and I tried to keep it to one-word answers.

"How was lunch with Gabriel?" – "Good."

"Did you guys go anywhere nice?" – "Yes."

"How was the rest of your day?" – "Fun."

Over the years, I had learned to keep things to myself. The less I gave them, the less they had to work with to convince themselves that I was crazy.

My mom shot my dad an irritated look of 'say something' when she realized that I wasn't going to give anything away. Unfortunately for her, his eyes seemed t