<strong>NAME:</strong>Jeremiah Allen<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Some preppy clothes he got from Miriam as a gift (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/31daf95a6ec3051460a67eadfcc0ef28.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Evening to night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>At the Allen apartment<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Dealing with mom before getting picked up with his beau.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/JeremiahAllen2.jpg)</div>“Oh my<em>god</em>Jeremiah!” Molly Allen gushed for the fifth time as soon as the door to the apartment closed. “You did it!” Throwing her arms around Jeremiah’s neck she nearly wrenched it as she pulled his head down to her height making the mortarboard slip down. “You actually did it!”<br/><br/>“I know Mom,” Jeremiah said, slowly untangling himself from his mother’s arms. “Thanks.” He took the mortarboard off of his head. He didn’t need it but Molly had kept putting it on his head during dinner that he finally had just left it upt here.  “And thanks for getting the day off. It was great to have you there.”<br/><br/>“Oh you’re just<em>saying</em>that. I bet you’re just happy your old mom didn’t get too excited at the graduation right?”<br/><br/>Jeremiah was embarrassed to admit it, but she was right. Still, he couldn’t exactly tell her that especially now. The last thing either of them needed was an argument let alone an “episode.” “It’s not like that Mom,” he said smiling. “It was great that you came. I mean it. And you have been doing better lately.”<br/><br/>“And I<em>know</em>you liked dinner, right? I would have gladly taken Miriam too, you know.”<br/><br/>Despite her insistence, Jeremiah knew that Molly very much could<em>not</em>have really afforded to pay for three people even at a humble pizza place. It had been just three weeks since she had asked him for a quick three hundred dollar loan which was about what she owed for last month’s electricity and gas bills plus interest for late payments. She’d always find money to keep up the weak facade that she wasn’t deep under water.  “I did like it but Miriam went home to have dinner with her folks. She has all her brothers and nephews and nieces at home so she needed to have dinner with them.”<br/><br/>“So do you want to watch TV or anything? We could watch some of those shows you downloaded…<br/><br/>“Sorry Mom, but there’s a big graduation party I’m going to with Miriam. She’s coming to pick me up later.”<br/><br/>Molly deflated at the news. “Oh. Sure. Of course Jeremiah. Maybe this weekend? It would have to be breakfast because I’m working nights on Saturday<em>and</em>Sunday.”<br/><br/>“That’s great Mom. Listen I gotta go get ready because Miriam is coming here really soon.”<br/><br/>“Oh of course! Do you mind if Miriam comes up when she gets here? I know we took some pictures of you two at the graduation but it would be nice if we got a few more…” Molly was interrupted by the sounds of explosions coming from neighbor’s loud TV penetrated the thin walls of the apartment. A familiar flash of rage erupted in Jeremiahs’ mother’s eyes as she took the few steps towards the wall and pounded her fist on it. “Hey! HEY! I’m trying to FUCKING TALK HERE! Turn your SHIT DOWN!” she screamed.<br/><br/><em>Jesus fucking Christ.</em>Jeremiah’s heart lept up to his throat whenever his mother’s voice raised but he couldn’t help but felt satisfaction when the volume of the neighbor’s TV went down. Having Molly as a mother didn’t have many advantages but having loud neighbors know<em>not</em>to piss off the crazy blonde next door was one of them. “Maybe. Listen, Mom I gotta change and update my Facebook and…”<br/><br/>“Oh yeah sure sure!” Molly kissed him on the cheek as motherly as possible. “And congrats again Mister Graduate!”<br/><br/>Jeremiah felt thankful to be released from Molly’s clutches. He closed the door, pulled out his phone and dialed. “Hey Miriam!” he said. “How’s everyth…”<br/><br/>“Hey Jeremy, sorry I can’t really talk right now.”<br/><br/>“Oh sorry I know you’re busy but we’re still on for seven right?”<br/><br/>“Er... Maybe?”<br/><br/>“Maybe?” Jeremiah scowled. “You’re not going?”<br/><br/>“No! We’re<em>totally</em>going just… I’m going to be a<em>little</em>bit late picking you up.” The thought of showing up to the party late, and staying here even half an hour longer, wasn’t exactly appealing.<br/><br/>“I guess I don’t have a choice huh? The Escort barely made it home from dinner so I’m stuck with you,” he said with a smile.<br/><br/>“Yup! You’re stuck buddy boy.” There was a pause. “Listen, I<em>really<em>] got to go. I’ll be fifteen minutes late. Twenty </em> tops</em>. Okay?”<br/><br/>“Sure hon. Love ya.”<br/><br/>“You too.”