Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ His Rhythm, My Melody ❯ Dinner ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The next morning, my mother shocked me a bit. I was up and ready to leave for school when my mom stopped me as I reached for the door.

“You know what I was thinking?”

I turned, looking at her puzzlingly, “No…”

“Having your new teacher over for dinner tonight.” She kept about the dishes as she said this.

I stared at the back of her had, dumbfounded. “W-what? Why?” I stammered.

“Well, he is your new teacher and you’re really involved in music. I would like to meet him.” She turned around, looking at me innocently. I had nothing to say. I felt sort of weird…and confused. “Ask him over, would ya?”

“…S-sure.” With that, I left. The drive to school felt long. How was I supposed to ask Mr. Parker that? What if he thinks I’m up to something? I barely know him and my mother wants him over?

I sat in the parking lot with my car idling and tried to come up with a way to invite Mr. Parker over. Giving up, I shut off my car and wondered in the school. It was already 7:40, a few people walked through the halls as I went to the band room.

I take a look around the room and see a few kids crowded around Cody, laughing. I let out a snort and looked back at the office door. It was closed, no surprise there. I went up to the door, knocked and opened it.

Mr. Parker sat at his desk looking up at me. “Hey, ummm…is this a bad time?”

“No, come in.”

I stepped in and closed the door behind me. I looked at him for a couple of seconds not sure how to ask. He raised his eyebrow at me. “I uh…”

“You okay?”

“Would you like to come over for dinner?” His eyebrows furrowed. Crap! Hat sounded like I was asking him on a date! “Oh! I didn’t mean it like that. I….uh….my mom! She wanted to have you….over.” I ended quietly….also putting my arms back by my sides from out of the air…

“Okay,” he laughed, “I’d love to.”

My eyes widened, “Really?”

“Yeah, why?” He smiled.

I shrugged, “I don’t know, just thought you might be weirded out by that.”

“No.” He ran a hand through his hair while looking down. “So,” he said looking back up, “when am I coming over?”

“Tonight.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“Oh, can we cancel piano lessons today?”

“Yeah, do you want me to follow you home today?” I nodded, “Just meet me after school then.”

I nervously waited for the end of the day to come and when that final bell rang, I took a deep breath and forced my legs to move to the band room. Mr. Parker stood in his office, his coat slung over one arm and his keys in his hand. “Ready?” I asked. I was extremely nervous to have Mr. Parker at my home, but at the same time I was a little excited.

“Yep.” I took my clarinet from the cabinet and walked out to the school parking lot with my teacher. “Meet me by the flag pole.” He nodded and we went to separate sides of the parking lot. He followed me all the way to my house and when we got there we stood for a moment in front of the door, taking a moment before going in.

“Anything I should know? Like house rules? Things I should be careful to say or ask?”

“Hmm….no. My mom is a very nice person. My dad doesn’t get home until later,” I cleared my throat, “he works night shift at a factory.”

“Oh, well, then I guess I’m ready.” He put on his brave face and took a deep breath. I turned the door knob and we stepped in, I closed the door behind Mr. Parker.

“Mom,” I called, “Mr. Parker is here.”

She came down the stairs, carrying a laundry basket full of clothes, “Oh hello.” She set the basket down and came over to stand in front of us. “It’s very nice to meet you. I’m making ham and sweet potatoes for dinner, is that alright?”

“Yes.”

“Good, Zachary, those are your clothes so take those to your room. I will start cooking so make yourself comfortable Mr. Parker.”

“You can call me Alex.”

“Alright, Alex, you are welcome to anything here if you need it.”

“Thank you.” My mom left for the kitchen and we stood in the living room by the stairs. “Want me to carry your clarinet so you can get the laundry?” He asked.

“Oh, sure, thanks.” He took the clarinet and I picked up the basket and carried it back up the stairs, wondering why my mother brought it down the first place. I was really glad my room was clean. We walked in and I placed the basket on my bed and took my clarinet from my teacher and set it beside my bed.

“You have a very nice room.”

“Thank you,” Why was I so nervous? Mr. Parker just didn’t seem….well….like a teacher. He seemed so normal standing there looking around at my room. He looked way to young to be teaching students.

“A room really shows a lot about a person, so it’s nice to see your room. I feel like I know you a little better.” He smiled at me, “Maybe you will get to see my room sometime.”

“Oh.”

“Was that inappropriate?” His smile dropped and was replaced with a worried expression.

“No.” My hands came up, nerves acting up again, “I would love to see your room sometime, if you invited me over that is….” That was a really weird thing to say to your teacher. What was wrong with me? Was I hitting on him? Was he hitting on me??

Things were awkward, Mr. Parker didn’t make eye contact with, probably thinking the same thing I was. He was my teacher, I was his student, maybe this was inappropriate. Mr. Parker rubbed the back of his neck. Every second that passed by, I felt like I was slowly being crushed like the ceiling was inching it’s way down to crush me. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Mr. Parker.”

He looked at me, “Oh, it’s fine, I’m fine. By the way, it’s Alex, outside of school.” I stared at him, “But you don’t have to if you don’t want.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. It just may take awhile to get used to, calling you Alex I mean….” I laughed nervously. Man I was a dork.

“Should I call you Mr. Michaels outside of school?” He joked. He was a dork too. We laughed hysterically.

We sat on my bed for a couple of hours, talking of his plans of marching season and lessons he was planning for me with the piano. I was going to be spending a lot of time with Mr. Parker….Alex.

My mother came into the room, “Dinner is ready.” We both followed her down the stairs and I saw that she had already made everyone’s plates and had set the table. For awhile, we ate quietly. “I don’t mean to be rude,” my mother started, “but you look awfully young to be a teacher.”

“I’ve been told that,” Mr. Parker chuckled.

“You’re just as quiet as my son. I can see now why Zachary bonded so well with you.” A wave of embarrassment hit me and I stole a glance to my teacher. He smiled at me, “He had a lot of problems with his last teacher and almost quit. I was happy to hear there was a new teacher because Zachary is a very talented clarinet player.”

“Yes, your son is a fantastic clarinet player, I’m very proud to be his teacher. I have very high hopes of him being just as good with the piano. He’s a very fast learner, he’s definitely meant to play music.” Hearing him talk so well of me made me feel not only embarrassed, but lucky to be his student. He made me want to push myself, to become a better player and expand my knowledge of other instruments. Even after high school, I hoped Mr. Parker would stick with me and continue to teach me.

“I’m glad you are teaching my son.” We finished dinner and my mom did the dishes while I walked with Mr. Parker out to his car.

We stood next to his car, the sun had just set so the sky was lightly lit with pink and blue. “Well, I guess I will see you at school tomorrow morning.” He twirled his key ring on his finger.

“Yeah, thanks for coming over.”

“Thanks for having me. It’s nice to finally bond with someone in this town.” He smiled.

“Yeah, same here.”

“Piano lessons after school tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” Mr. Parker got in his car and started it.

He rolled down his window and said, “Have a good night.”

“You too.” I watched him leave and gave him a wave goodbye as he left. I continued to stare in the direction he left, even when his car was no longer in my sight. The feeling I had was strange. I didn’t feel like I had just bonded in a way with Alex to be friends. There was something lingering there, but I couldn’t quite grasp what it was. With an uneasy feeling, I walked back into the house, my mind continually running around, trying to figure out what had just happened between my teacher and I.

Yaoi-Freak1990 - I know it’s been a long time on this story!! I finally got back in the mood to write on this one and I kept having issues with this story. Like I typed this chapter out on my moms computer first. I typed what I had written down then started to type more on it while I was babysitting my sisters then she came home early and I had to exit it and not save it! Then I retyped it on my computer and couldn’t remember what I typed next for this chapter and kind of lost hope LOL. But I fixed and here it is! I’m going to do the next chapter while I’m on it because I know what I want to do for it.

To update you all on my stories, Finding Love, I have not done anything on. I know what I want to do with it, I just have to get back into it. You will see more of it thought! A New Feeling, I have a couple of pages written on it, but I haven’t been wanting to write anymore on it. It was my first story so I didn’t exactly have a plot. I was just winging it. So no clue what to do there….I just want to end it. Same with Unnatural Love, it was my second story. It has somewhat of a plot, but I don’t exactly care to write anymore on it. I will finish them though. Denied Love, I am writing like crazy on, same with A Change In Heart. My Secret Admirer, I have more to write on it, but I think the next chapter is going to be the last. I didn’t exactly think about what I was going to do after they hooked up, but if I think of something, I will make a sequel. I know a bunch of readers love that story, but I don’t have a whole lot planned for it. Like I do with Denied Love. Denied Love will be a long story. My Fearless Kisa, I know not a whole lot of people like that one, because the girl is still young. I have A LOT planned for that story, just give it a chance! By the third chapter, the little girl will be older and it’s not like a pedophile story LOL. I’m sure the main character reminds a lot of people of Inuyasha. (for those of you who know what Inuyasha is.) I love the idea of My Fearless Kisa, I just got to get around to it.

So much has been going on at my house that it’s crazy to get time to write! I have more time now and in August I start college. Woohoo!! Then I will be working also, but I will still make time to write, trust me! Well, just thought I would let you know what’s going on and everything. Thanks for reading!