Chapter 8 a friend

GABRIELLE'S POV

Dad and Grandpa came to join us in the living room. They, too, were happy that Gerry and I were now on amicable terms.

Gerry checked his phone."Oh, Mom and Dad, I forgot to tell you that a friend is coming to visit."

"When?" Mom asked.

"In the next couple of minutes."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? You know I don't like to look like a slob in front of guests."

"Don't worry Mom, you are always beautiful."

"Thanks, Son."

"Is he cute?"

Gerry rolled his eyes at my question.

"She -" He emphasised. "Is a friend of mine from college."

"Is she your girlfriend?" I smirked.

"What? No."

"But I bet you're sleeping with her?"

He looked down in guilt.

"What does that got to do with anything? We may have hooked up a few times, but she is just my friend."

"Gerard Christopher Smith, you're saying you are sleeping with a girl who is not your girlfriend?" Mom yelled.

This is getting good. Mom's using his full name and shit - this is juicy. The only thing missing is some popcorn.

"Mom I'm 21, who I sleep with is nobody's business plus hooking up with a girl doesn't make her my girlfriend."

"Ok, but I hope you're at least using protection." Mom warned.

That's it? I guess it's up to me to stir the pot.

"So where's she from? I asked.

"She's from Toronto. We met freshman year, and we've been buddies ever since."

"You mean you guys have been fuck-buddies ever since," I swallowed my laugh when I saw the look mom gave me.

"Seriously Gabz. We're just friends. She's not girlfriend material."

"Oh - ok then. You see why I think you're an asshole?"

He rolled his eyes at me.

"By the way, what's hooking up?" Mom asked.

Oh! My God. Old people.

Before Gerard or myself could answer, Grandpa came to the rescue.

"Hooking up, my dear is just sex with a person. No strings attached, no commitment and no expectations. It's like they scratch my back and I scratch their's in return."

Way to school her Grandpa, I couldn't have said it better.

"Oh, " Mom looked a bit disgusted.

"Don't worry Mom, it's okay as long as both parties involved are both on the same page," I added.

Mom was nodding her head in understanding.

"So does that mean you have done some hooking up of your own?" Dad was giving me a 'be careful of what you say next' look.

My heart went crazy in my chest. I said the only thing that I could think of. "Dad, I'm a virgin?" It sounded more like a question than a statement.

Dad beamed with pride at my answer. "That's my Princess."

Mom was looking amused while Grandpa nodded in approval.

We all noticed that Gerard was now having a coughing fit.

"Son are you ok?" Dad asked.

Gerry couldn't talk through his coughs, so he just gave Dad a thumbs up.

He was still hacking away.

The veins on his bruised face were popping out.

He looked like a person who was trying to hold in a colossal fart.

He looked like he was going to explode. Mom hurried over and patted his back. She looked perturbed.

"Here take this," Grandpa handed him a bottled water. Gerry wasted no time as he emptied it in one massive gulp.

I wondered what caused that. Maybe he swallowed a fly or something.

"Gerry are you sure you're ok?" I asked a little concerned.

"Oh yes, Sis. I'm good, especially since I know you're still a virgin," he winked.

Why this little shit face. He really wants me to commit murder.

He was about to say something else when he was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.

Thank God. I'm literally saved by the bell.

Gerry got up and opened the door. I didn't know why, but I was eager to meet this girl.

Call it a hunch, but something told me I wasn't going to like her.

"Oh my Gawd, G-Bear, what happened to your face?" A concerned sounding high-pitched voice screeched through my ears. This girl sounded like Jennifer Tilly.

Did she just call him, G-Bear? I think I'll be calling him that from now on. It suits him.

Gerry went in for a hug while he spoke, "It's nothing for you to worry about. I just had a minor accident."

"Ohhhh, you want me to kiss it and make it better?" She asked in a sultry voice.

I guess this girl didn't get the memo of them being just friends.

"Stop it! My family is looking," Gerry whisper yelled as he peeked at us over his shoulders. "Just come in."

I heard her giggling as she made her way inside.

A long-legged blonde bombshell now stood before us. She was hot in a fake plastic sort of a way. She had on a tight red dress that barely covered anything.

What did she do - paint the thing on?

Before Gerry closed the door, he pulled what looked like a suitcase from outside. My eyes fell on the object.

Is she going to be staying here? I hope not.

Gerry put his hand on the small of her back. "Let's go meet everyone."

"Guys this is Chastity." Of course, she had to have a stripper name.

Mom stood up first. She held out her hand for Chastity to shake.

"Mrs Smith, it's so nice to finally meet you!"

She ignored mom's outstretched hand and threw her arms around her instead.

Oh! God. She's one of those persons who hug people the first time they meet them.

That's strike one, missy.

"Oh my!" Mom whispered as she chuckled. She obviously caught her off guard. "You can call me Genevieve and it's nice to meet you too."

Mom went back to sit down, but not before giving Gerry a 'are you sure she's not your girlfriend' look.

Gerry ran his hand through his messy hair and blew out a small breath. "This is my Dad and Grandpa."

I guess I'll be going last then.

Dad shook her hand and smiled. "Welcome to our home."

"Thank you for having me, Mr Smith."

Dad nodded his head politely.

Grandpa was over there smiling like an idiot.

What's wrong with this old man? I asked myself.

Grandpa didn't wait for her to hug him. He walked right up to her and gave her a big bear hug.

Everyone's mouths fell agape.

We were waiting for grandpa to pull away from the young girl, but he just pressed himself closer to her breasts.

Jesus Christ! My grandpa is a pervert.

Gerry stepped in to the rescue. He held grandpa's shoulders like he was giving him a massage and slightly pull him away from Chastity. "And this is my grandpa, Wesley."

Grandpa cleared his throat a bit when he realised what he just did. I almost felt sorry for him.

ALMOST!

But then he did the unexpected.

AGAIN!

He took Chastity's hand and placed a small kiss on the back of it. "You my dear can call me, Wes." He said it as he stressed the 'S' sound at the end.

JUST KILL ME NOW!

Grandpa was behaving like a sex-craved teenager. Mom and Dad were just there, looking as embarrassed as I felt.

Chastity didn't seem creeped out or anything, she just stood there blushing like a virgin on her wedding night. "It's nice to meet you, Wes." And with that Grandpa left to go fetch something he claimed he left in the bedroom.

Chastity's eyes fell on me. She made her way over.

Her red-bottom heels clicked on the hardwood floor. The girl sure had nice tastes - well, only in fashion, but not in men because my brother is an ass.

Before I could get a word out of my mouth. She grabbed my cheeks and kissed them like I was a child.

Strike two!

"And you must be Gabrielle, I've heard so much about you," she jumped up and down excitedly and threw her arms around my neck. She almost squeezed the life out of me. She pulled away and said, "I can already tell we're going to be best friends, Gabz." Then she turned and walked back over to Gerry.