"Way to ruin everything mom!," you quietly growled to yourself as you dumped another box full of stuff from the bathroom out into the hall, catching a glimpse of the two of them in the living room, still idly drinking coffee and chatting away.
As soon as she'd arrived the good time you and Randall had been having up till then was completely ruined, what with Randall going full 'Miss. Card' on you as she welcomed your mother in. It was still really off-putting to witness as the two of them instantly began acting all buddy-buddy again - your goofy best friend suddenly laughing away at your mom's lame jokes and making out like the interior design of his new house was the most important thing in the world. As for you, you were stuck once more pretending like he was you teacher and nothing more, which after having him just try to **** you with his 'banana dick' minutes before, wasn't exactly exactly the easiest of tasks.
Your mom of course had about a hundred questions about your weekend so far, and Randall rather expertly took the lead, explaining (or lying in this case) that you'd been mostly hard at work. "Well I do hope he's been behaving himself," your mom said at one point, addressing this to Randall and seemingly ignoring the fact that you were standing right there.
"Oh yeah, he's been fine, Jen. He's just been keeping his head down and getting on with it, even though I'm sure there is about a million other things he'd rather be doing with his weekend. Can't be much fun hauling around heavy boxes for your teacher when you could be out having fun with your friends. At least I know it wouldn't have been for me three weeks ago!"
They both laughed at this, but you just rolled your eyes - it being weird to hear Randall making light of the fact that he was once a guy (and in many ways still was).
"Yes, well. I'm sure he's glad to help," your mom smiled, finally directing a question towards you, "Aren't you, sweetheart?"
"Yep." you obediently nodded (trying to disguise the fact that you'd been a lot happier before she'd arrived).
Being disregarded yet again, your opinion seeming to matter little now that there was 'grown ups' talking, Randall then went on to say, "He did seem to be getting a little antsy yesterday though, while we were at the furniture store. So I decided to let him go off to watch a movie on his own while I had dinner and a chat with Terri Walsh - you know from the school Booster club?" You nearly burst out laughing at this, Randall's version of events not quite syncing up to what had really happened (watching a movie being a hell of a lot more preferable to being left on your own for hours on end while he went and got shitfaced!). You managed to contain it though, noticing Randall giving you a 'just roll with it' glance as he continued on with his story, "I met her by chance in the store and you won't believe some of the things she had to tell me..."
This of course immediately set off your mother's gossip radar. "Oh really? What kind of things?"
Not particularly keen to stand there listening to tales from the Booster Club again - especially after how derogatory Randall had been about it while drunk last night - you decided to leave them to it and carry on with the packing, seeing as you still had a schedule to adhere to before the movers arrived.
And here you now were, working away by yourself while the two of them had just sat there and continued to gossip - having been going at it for well over an hour. Wasn't I only supposed to be 'helping'?, you thought to yourself as you watched them, not doing the whole thing by myself! It was frustrating to say the least. Not only packing up all of Miss. Card's stuff alone, but also because you felt totally left out, what with your mom and Randall blathering away like old friends and you being treated like a general dogsbody.
It wasn't even as if you were finding anything interesting while packing away either - what with the the bathroom being mostly shower products, toilet roll, a few bits of general medication and a few slightly more embarrassing 'woman's things' as well (tampons, panty liners, razors...that kind of thing). Though admittedly you had been quite looking forward to getting stuck into Randall's new bedroom, being curious to see what sort of juicy stuff was hidden away in there - Randall had already found a dildo and some lingerie, but what else was there? Unfortunately you weren't actually given the chance to find out, practically getting the third degree off your mother as you went over there to tell them you'd just finished the bathroom and were about to start on it next...
"Don't be stupid, Tim! I'm sure Laura doesn't want you looking through all of her private things!" your mother replied, practically biting your head off in the process. For the briefest moments it looked as if Randall was going to disagree (as you expected he would), however, after hearing your mom go on to say, "You just don't go barging into a woman's bedroom. You really should have more common sense than that!" he appeared to change his mind.
"Yes, perhaps you should just leave the bedroom to me and your mother, Tim," he told you, adopting a tone you were much more familiar with in class, "We don't want you getting too familiar."
"Sure. I guess..." you shrugged, as if not really bothered.
You were bothered though, seeing as the two of you had actually been planning on packing up Randall's room together before your mom had arrived, and were now being treated like the bad guy for doing just that (crossing some imaginary line that you didn't even know was there). But then again, it did make sense from a teacher/student stand point you supposed, and if the two of you were going to continue to fool your mom the way you had been then stuff like this was going to have to be adhered to.
"He can maybe help us shift some of the furniture though, once we're finished," your mom then said, proposing this idea to Randall. "That'll make things easier for the removal men when they arrive and put those strong arms of his to good use too!"
The 'strong arms' comment elicited from you a groan, especially after your mom extrapolated on it further by pointing out how you'd taken up weight lifting to try and impress Allison (as if Randall didn't already know), and the two of them began to giggle.
If being told off for simply thinking about going into your teacher's bedroom was embarrassing, then this was like ten times worse - the two of them being incredibly condescending towards you and right in front of your face as well! You knew it probably wasn't intentional (your mom doing it all the time), but somehow hearing Randall joining in, talking about you like you were just some little kid, was actually rather unpleasant. He was the exact same age as you were (or at least had been), and the whole weight lifting thing had been his idea in the fist place - to help him score with chicks, not you! He shouldn't be patronizingly telling you, "Good luck with that, Tim. I'm sure Allison will be a very lucky young lady indeed!" all the while laughing away with your mom.
Thankfully this didn't last for too much longer, and the pair of them soon headed off towards Randall's bedroom to actually do some work for a change. Not before telling you though that they'd let you know when it was 'safe to go in' - which you still found to be pretty ridiculous (having not once, but twice had sex with Randall in that very same room). Not too long after that, the removal company arrived and managing to get a moment alone with Randall, while your mother (in classic control freak mode) set about telling them where everything should go and what they should be carrying out first, you asked him how the hell he'd managed to put up with all that for so long.
"Fuck knows! I really am just winging it here, dude," he told you, looking somewhat exhausted. "I mean I think your mom is great and all...but boy can she blabber! She's even worse than Mrs. Walsh was, and at least that time I had ****!" This was very true, and you couldn't help but chuckle. "Anyway, sorry if it's been a bitch for you. This weekend was supposed to be about just the two of us having fun like old times...but it hasn't really panned out that way has it?"
"Ah, don't worry about it. Can't be helped," you said, aware that it hadn't really been his fault. "We'll just have to try again next weekend or something."
Nodding his head in agreement at this and shooting you a smile, Randall was then called back into action as 'Laura Card', having been beckoned back into the living room by your mother to sign some paperwork or something. Wandering back in as well, resigning yourself now to being little more than an observer as the removal guys did the rest of the heavy lifting, you stood there and watched as two of them got ready to lift Miss. Card's couch. Though you did feel like a bit of spare wheel just standing there doing nothing, you did console yourself with the fact that you wouldn't actually have been much help anyway - the removal guys being a lot bigger and stronger than you were. It'll take more than a few sessions at the gym till I've got those kind of muscles, you thought as they hefted the thing up and began carrying it towards the door, noticing as they did something black and rectangular lying there on the carpet.
Taking a closer look, you discovered that it was the DVDs you'd found two days ago and had hidden beneath the couch for safe keeping - having wanted to preview them by yourself before you showed Randall. It seemed that with everything that had gone on this weekend you'd completely forgotten it was even there (even after specifically telling yourself not to). Oh well, no matter now, you though as you gazed down at the case sitting there now, slap bang in the middle of the room, I've just got to grab it before anyone else sees...
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