Darcy Edwards leaned casually against the doorframe, yawning tiredly. Although he wished that it had been Clare who'd opened the door for him this morning, he also had to admit that he was glad that her sister had answered instead of her mother or father--especially her mother who----didn't seem to care for him too much.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips.
Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots.
As a dad, I have some basic rules, which I have carved into two stone tablets that I have on display in my living room. Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is ? Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls.
re stupid, or did you merely want to APPEAR stupid?? Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants three sizes too small, and I will not object.
However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your ass.
I care way too much for Clare.""It's just a warning. I don't want you going off and cheating on her because she doesn't want sex." She said to him. Money and material things are not important to her."KC looked down. I mean..guys have like..perfect life."Darcy laughed. Which brings me to my fifth rule---don't punish Clare or judge her because of how our parents behave. " He asked, feeling slightly better knowing that other people were hated by his girlfriend's parents.
She doesn't think that you trust her enough to take her. Mom also, sometimes forces her opinions on others and is sometimes way too judgemental. Clare adored--and still does adore, both of them.""What is rule number six?
"Ask Clare why she wore her school uniform for so long. She was picked on a bullied way too much in middle school.""Okay." KC said carefully. " He turned in his seat and saw Clare, standing by the stairs. He was going to respect all those rules because Clare was worth it.