Post by Lori on Oct 6, 2017 14:57:51 GMT
Carla attempted to ignore the pounding of her heart. This wasn't anything like when she met Candice's parents. True, she had been incredibly nervous then; but they were also very accepting. They were warm, friendly and supportive. And even though Candice meeting Carla's mother was brief, the woman wasted no time in incorporating Candice. In Whitney's mind, it seemed she had already been including Candice from the moment Carla came out to her. That had been the person Carla was most concerned with telling, the only person whose opinion actually mattered. Carla didn't have the same kind of relationship with her father. Chase was the one close to him, not Carla. Granted, now had probably been not the right time to admit to him, 'by the way I have a girlfriend and I'm gay.' But it was bad enough Brittany was treating them as though their relationship didn't matter; Carla was not going to let anything remotely similar to that come from her own parent.
"Girlfriend," Mr. Danvenfourth repeated. It didn't come off as a scoff or brush off. Yet at the same time, it wasn't completely an accepting statement. It was almost like...a doubtful observation. Sadly, it was still better than Brittany's initial reaction plus the eye roll she had at the moment.
Feeling Candice's hand on her shoulder, Carla placed her hand over hers and gripped onto it. Girlfriend, she repeated in her head mimicking the way her father said it. As if it were just a phase. As if their relationship wasn't as entirely valid and Chase and Max's was. As if Candice didn't truly mean something to Carla. "Girlfriend. Noun. Someone's significant other. A woman who is in a relationship with someone she cares deeply about. They go out, they spend time together, they enjoy each others' company, they support each other. They stand by each other, accept each other, lift and back each other up, they want to be together. How much of a definition do you want?"
"You forgot making out," Chase commented, to which he automatically felt the looks of one - or most likely both - women on him. He clicked his tongue. "Bad timing, huh?" he guessed.
Although Brittany did noticeably scoff at that, it was more overshadowed by Charles speaking again. "Can we handle one thing at a time? We'll deal with this topic later. I'm more concerned about this hostility." He glanced to Candice, "Candice, was it?"
"She's only been here for an hour. Maybe," Brittany countered in interruption. "What can she know?"
"A hell of a lot more than you ever will in your lifetime," Carla mumbled under her breath.
"I'm curious, for one. And the fact that my daughter actually brought someone around, whoever she is, speaks for itself," Charles stated. He turned back to Candice, "What do you know about this?"
"Girlfriend," Mr. Danvenfourth repeated. It didn't come off as a scoff or brush off. Yet at the same time, it wasn't completely an accepting statement. It was almost like...a doubtful observation. Sadly, it was still better than Brittany's initial reaction plus the eye roll she had at the moment.
Feeling Candice's hand on her shoulder, Carla placed her hand over hers and gripped onto it. Girlfriend, she repeated in her head mimicking the way her father said it. As if it were just a phase. As if their relationship wasn't as entirely valid and Chase and Max's was. As if Candice didn't truly mean something to Carla. "Girlfriend. Noun. Someone's significant other. A woman who is in a relationship with someone she cares deeply about. They go out, they spend time together, they enjoy each others' company, they support each other. They stand by each other, accept each other, lift and back each other up, they want to be together. How much of a definition do you want?"
"You forgot making out," Chase commented, to which he automatically felt the looks of one - or most likely both - women on him. He clicked his tongue. "Bad timing, huh?" he guessed.
Although Brittany did noticeably scoff at that, it was more overshadowed by Charles speaking again. "Can we handle one thing at a time? We'll deal with this topic later. I'm more concerned about this hostility." He glanced to Candice, "Candice, was it?"
"She's only been here for an hour. Maybe," Brittany countered in interruption. "What can she know?"
"A hell of a lot more than you ever will in your lifetime," Carla mumbled under her breath.
"I'm curious, for one. And the fact that my daughter actually brought someone around, whoever she is, speaks for itself," Charles stated. He turned back to Candice, "What do you know about this?"