Page 40 of Being Julia

“Umm ... I think you know.”

Then it hit me. He was talking about his erection. “Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s okay.” I smiled as I tilted my head back, and he kissed me on the lips. The kiss continued to get deeper, so I turned my body around and wrapped my legs around his waist as we made out under the moonlight. Suddenly, we heard talking and laughing. I instantly broke our kiss and turned my head.

“What’s wrong?” Jake asked.

“I swear that sounds like my parents,” I whispered.

The laughing was getting louder and closer. I unwrapped my legs from Jake’s waist and sat next to him.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m telling you. That’s my mom’s laugh.”

I could see the shadows of two people running towards us. The giggles were getting louder as they came closer. As I got up, they both fell on the sand, laughing and kissing each other.

“Mom? Dad?”

“Huh?” my dad said.

“Julia?” my mom asked.

“Yes! I knew it was you guys. What are you doing?”

“What are you doing here? We thought you were on a date?” my dad said.

“I am on a date! What the hell are the two of you doing besides embarrassing the hell out of me?!”

As I walked closer, my dad looked at my mom, and they both laughed.

“I’m sorry, but we were going for a walk,” my dad spoke.

“Are the two of you drunk?” I asked.

“Maybe just a little.” My mom giggled.

Jake got up and walked over. “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Black.” He waved.

“Oh, hi, Jake,” my dad said as he got off my mom and helped her up.

I wanted to die. I was so humiliated.

“So, what are the two of you doing?” my dad casually asked.

“We were talking!” I spoke with gritted teeth.

“Okay. Well, I guess we should go now.” My mom laughed. “We’re sorry to interrupt your talk.”

My dad smacked my mom on the ass as she started running back in the direction they came from. She laughed as he began to chase her. I stood there, shaking my head in disgust at my parents' behavior. Of all the times they had to take a walk on the beach, it had to be when I was on a date.

“I’m so sorry,” I said as I turned and faced Jake.

“Don’t be.” He smiled as he brushed my hair from my face. “I love your parents. They’re so cool. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

He pulled me into a warm embrace and held me tightly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Will you go out with me again?”

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