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stiff, with a frown on her face in the door way. She was watching me very carefully and I couldn’t tell what bothered me most;  the disappointment, worry or the fear on her features.
                  "Rhodanthe," she started, "your father and I have decided that since you are 17 and a senior this year that maybe it's time to lighten up the rules a little bit."
                  My mouth fell open as I slathered anti-frizz gel in my hands and began working it through my long ebony locks.
                  "So we've decided that as long as you follow basic curfew and house rules we will consent to letting you go out with Julian," she finished.
                  I nodded slowly, reaching down for my brush, "So he can be my boyfriend? And you won't...freak out on me or anything?" I asked dragging the brush through my curls until they were untangled and bouncy.
                  "Well, your father knows one of Julian's moms," my mother's mouth sneered a bit and I pondered at her statement; Julian had moms? As in plural? Interesting.
                  "How?" I asked.
                  "Well she works at Central Middle School with your father; she apparently teaches history next to his English class," she explained, "I've met her a few times, she seems decent enough and he is a very polite boy."
                  "So this is for real?" I asked, finishing my hair by putting it in a high pony tail.
                  "Yes, but you know the rules, nothing that can make you excited or stressed." Mom gave me that all-knowing look. That look that said as clear as day, I know what girls your age do with boys. But it truly was a ridiculous statement. Even Mel hadn't gone all the way with Killian.
                  "Yes I understand, thank you so much, I appreciate it," I told her.
                  My mom left, I heard the door to her bedroom slam shut and sighed, she really wasn’t happy that I was growing up, less control meant more fear. Sometimes I felt sorry for her. But I had truly done all I could to make life easy for us. This was the first time I'd really wanted something since I had been 10.
                  I left the bathroom and went downstairs. Peeking into the kitchen I saw my dad setting out two plates of wheat pancakes, syrup, butter and two glasses of orange juice. I grinned and walked over to him giving him a big hug.
                  "Did you read my mind or something?" I asked.
                  He kissed the top of my head and backed away, "nah, just know what my Rose likes to eat on Saturday morning.  Thought Julian would enjoy them as well."
                  I sat down in a bar stool next to the counter and looked around, "where is Julian?" I asked.
                  "Said he'd be back in a few minutes, you start eating.  I am going to be in my office if you need anything," the unspoken words plainly said he was giving us some private time. I smiled in thanks and watched him shut himself in his study.
                  I had just taken a few bites when I felt Julian walk into the room. I don’t know how to explain it except something seemed to sizzle in the air.  My hair didn’t exactly stand up on end; more like a very small breeze moved it all at once. I turned in my chair to see him standing, just inside the door, watching me.
                  "Are you going to join me and eat?" I asked, watching him, loving the way he looked, the way he silently and gracefully moved.
                  He came farther into the room and took the stool right next to mine, "Join you? Yes.  Eat with you?  I'm afraid not." He leaned across and placed his cool lips next to my warm cheek, brushing the skin lightly before backing up.
                  "You don’t like wheat pancakes?" I asked, stabbing another bite and putting