Bonus Story: Adrian pt. 3

Like a hurricane, I stormed my parents' room and nearly hurled when I saw them heavily lip-locked, making out like overeager lovebirds.

Yuck. Is there such a thing as an eye bleach potion?

I stumble back, my eyes wide with shock and disgust. My parents are practically intertwined, their limbs tangled together in a mess of arms and legs. I can't believe what I am seeing. Aren't they too old to be acting like this!?

My mother notices me first, pulling away from my father with a guilty look on her face. "Oh, sweetie," she says, trying to compose herself. "We didn't hear you come in."

My father looks equally sheepish, then angry. "Adrian!" he growls. "What do you think you are doing? Don't you knock?"

I shake my head, trying to clear the image from my mind. I couldn't think about my parents in that way, it was too gross. "Well, I am angry at you both, and I couldn't wait to tell you why."

My parents exchange a worried glance, and my mother points at the chair in the room, motioning for me