How To Anoy Your Parents Novels & Stories

my mother cooed like she was in a cheesy soap opera. I blinked. “I don’t have time for roleplay. Let’s cut to the chase. What. Do. You. Want?” “Aanya, we came to apologize,” Maria chimed in. “Mom and I—we’re sorry.” I laughed, but not the nice kind. “Save it. I’ve collected more apologies than loyalty points at a coffee shop. I’m good for life.” “That’s enough, Aanya,” my father snapped, all stern and dramatic like he was starring in Father Knows Best. “You’re being overly dramatic. You’re not a child. This is life—and you need to accept it. Whether you like it or not.”

‘’Telling my fan that our marriage is a contract marriage’’ ‘’Shit! You just did. Arianna’’ ‘’Should I go on? ‘’fine. I’ll come with you to you r parents house and have dinner. Please, tell your fans that you were just kidding. If this go viral, dad will kill me’’ ‘’Okay. You’re such a good boy. Well.. I was kidding. I can never blurt out our secret, so relax’’ ‘’Wait, what? You’re really manipulative, you know’’

"Nathan is such a manipulative jerk. He totally turned Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell against Malcolm!" "Quick, Malcolm, take out your recommendation letter and explain everything to your parents. They love you so much—surely, they'll understand." Right, the recommendation letter. Prompted by the floating comments, I frantically pulled the letter out of my bag and handed it to my parents.

he spits out, annoyed, “But what do they want? They have something specific to discuss?” “Not really, they don’t even know you two are tagging along for dinner,” Ash says, making me close my eyes in stress, “We’re ambushing them.” How fun. “And then,” Ash continues. Cain lets out an annoyed huff behind me and I remember how it used to be in school. He was such a bad student… and he would always bring me down with him if I let him. That’s why this time I choose to ignore him and give all my attention to Ash, even if he is bringing up annoying stuff, “You need to talk to your parents, Cain. That little tantrum was helpful, but you can’t actually ‘break up’ with them. We need them.”

I nodded. He took a deep breath. "At first it was really hard for me to deal with. I still remember when I was little. Waking up in my grandma's arms because I missed my mom and crying when I found out that she wasn't by my side. That she didn't come back to me. My grandparents always said that 'she will come home.', and I would continue to wait for her. Usually after crying, grandpa would take me to dad's office, and then he would pick me up, and tell me not to cry anymore and asking about mom, with his cruel and annoyed expression. I would be scared and my dad would be my reason for not coming to his office anymore. Things got bad. My mom still never came home, and I hated my dad, and then

“Where are you going?’’ I asked. His voice was chirpy when he replied. ‘’A date.’’ ‘’Ok, glad you are going out wherever instead of bringing some random trash here.’’ Aaron sucked his teeth. ‘’Mind you, I do that to annoy you.’’ ‘’Why?’’ ‘’It’s a good laugh.’’ ‘’Anyway, our parents are at work today. Mom said they won’t be home until late and we should order food.’’ Aaron poured himself some milk. ‘’Aren’t they always at work?’’

I asked angrily when he answered. "I'm just ten minutes away, relax." "Don't tell me to relax! I gave you a specific time to be here! What's wrong with you? Do you want to ruin my plans?" I yelled. Mom took the phone from me and spoke calmly, "Alan, just get here as soon as you can. Remember to use the backdoor," and then she hung up. "My dear, you need to learn how to handle men. Yelling and screaming won't help you get things done," Mom advised.

"My parents are going to rip my head off if I come home late!" He chuckled. "Relax, I'll take you home." I shook my head. "No, you don't understand," I reasoned. "My parents are going to K-I-L-L me for coming home late." He rolled his eyes, clearly not affected by my nervous breakdown. "If you want to be a bad-ass, learn to come home late past curfew." He raised his eyebrows. "Have you heard about tuck and roll? It's quite effective if you want to avoid being detected by your parents."

Turning sharply, I snapped. "So now you want to start monitoring my movements?" My voice rose. "Was the shit you caused downstairs yesterday not enough for you?" I bellowed the words, letting them fly with the force of everything I’d been holding back. I had been waiting for this, an excuse to vent it all at her. "Why are you upset? It's not like I did anything wrong..." she muttered folding her hands on her chest. "Oh no, you didn’t, Ms." My voice dripping with just a touch of sarcasm but I was damn furious. "Letting my parents move in without asking me first isn’t exactly something I’m happy about, don't you get it?"

“And Amanda, her granddaughter, might be there too.” “Even more reason not to go.” “Please. I’ll offer you food.” My mother tries to bribe me, but not even my only source of happiness can convince me. “No. And if you insist, I’ll say no like the cheerleaders.” “And what’s that?” my father asks, confused. I break into a cheerleading dance and start yelling. “Give me an N, give me an O, and… my answer is always NO!” ⸻ ❝ ❞ ⸻