Daniel smiled back. "Yum, may I come in?" He looked at Scarlet. God, she looks great when she's happy.
Scarlet nodded, stepping aside and gesturing for him to enter. "Come in. You know where the kitchen is."
Daniel nodded. He kicked off his shoes, and hung up his tattered hoodie. He didn't look very...decent, in his white Wolfsbane tee shirt and rugged jeans. But hey, at least he showed up. He followed Scarlet into the kitchen and looked around at her family.
((What are we gonna do with her family to add drama? Maybe her parents are werewolf hunters and she doesn't know?))
((Yeah, something like that. I'll work on that and incorperate it eventually.))
Scarlet sat on a bar stool next to the counter as she watched her mother scooping the pasta onto plates. "Mom, this is Daniel." She gestured to him and her mother smiled.
"Hello Daniel. I'm Debbie." She said, her eyes twinkling. "Your father's going to be late tonight." She added to Scarlet.
Daniel smiled at Mrs. Jones. "Nice to meet you. I'm in Scarlet's Latin and science class." He looked around the kitchen, seeing Scarlet and her mom together, thinking about having a family. He looked at the pasta. "This looks delicious." He complimented.
"Let's hope it's as good as it tastes." Debbie told him, handing him a plate and a fork and handing Scarlet hers. Scarlet hopped up and nudged Daniel to follow her to the dining room.
Daniel followed Scarlet to the dining room. "Your mom seems nice. I hope your dad isn't like the drill sargent (sp) types." He laughed. "What does your dad do anyway?"
Scarlet shrugged. "I don't exactly pay much attention to my parents' work, but they both do the same thing. Something to do with clients and deadlines...the usual." She sat and invited him to sit next to her as her mother joined them
Daniel put his food down next to Scarlet, and sat down in the cushiony chair. He looked across the table to Mrs. Jones. "Thanks for having me for dinner."
She smiled again, warm and friendly. "Oh, no trouble. I'm glad to have you over. You seem like such a nice boy..."
Daniel laughed. "I try." He took a bite of his pasta. "This is really good Mrs. Jones."
"Why thank you, but pasta isn't that hard to make." Scarlet tensed just slightly at the way her mother looked between them. "So are you two...going to be dating?"
Scarlet choked on her food. "Mom!"
"What? I want to know."
Daniel laughed. "No ma'am. We are not dating." Daniel looked at Scarlet and smiled. "It's ok." He looked back at Mrs. Jones. "So, what do you and Mr. Jones do for a living?"
"Well me and my husband-" She cut off when the phone rang. "Excuse me, that's probably him." She got up and left the room.
Scarlet sighed. "I can't believe she just did that..."
Daniel looked over at Scarlet and put his hand on hers. "It's ok, really. Your family is very nice." He smiled, and ate some more of the pasta. He was enjoying his time, feeling like he was a normal kid again.
Scarlet blushed. "I swear, I can't bring anyone home without something like that happening at one point or another." She looked over at Daniel. "You realize by asking if we were dating like that she was also suggesting we did, right?"
Daniel laughed. "I'm glad I have your mother's approval." He looked at Scarlet. "So, is your dad ever going to get here? I'm scared to get another person looking me over." He joked.
Mrs. Jones came back in before Scarlet could answer. "Hey Scar, something came up with your father, I've gotta run and go meet him. I'm trusting you to behave while we're gone. Daniel can stay so you two can study like you planned." She kissed her daughter's head. "Nice meeting you Daniel." And then she quickly left.
Daniel waved goodbye, then stood up from the table. "Do your parents always do this? I mean, what do they do for a living?" He took his empty plate to the sink and waited for Scarlet.
Scarlet took her plate to the sink and started to clean up the kitchen. "Well...um...I really don't know what they do. I've asked before but then they went on this long complicated rant on things I don't even understand."