Meet The Parents

"I'll go… uh, gimme a sec… lemme just … yes, the door… I'll just…"

I've never jumped up to my feet so fast before in my life. My heart was pounding hard enough to rupture a vessel probably. I knew what to do, but my body only seemed to wanna listen to the blaring chaotic siren called panic.

The knocking at the front door became more persistent, and right there it was as if I had to relearn how to walk again, bumping, stumbling my way across, while at the same time trying to flatten out my clothes as best I could. 

"Wait, wait, wait!" Amanda urged in a whisper, pulling back down her sweater in a hurry and wiping her lips of drool. "One minute! Give me one minute!" 

"They're not giving us a minute!" I whispered over the endless pounding of wood. "Just… be cool, okay? We're cool. And stash the wine, the drinks! It'll be fine. This is exactly how the evening is supposed to go anyway, right?"