The car slowly backed out of the driveway, leaving the neighborhood for the main road that would eventually lead to the interstate. Julia turned to her boyfriend in the driver's seat. "How do you think it went?" she asked.
Ben smiled. "I think it went very well."
They were making their way back after a weekend at Ben's parents' house, and Julia had been nervous about meeting them for weeks. In the three months that they'd been dating Julia had met Ben's sister on several occasions, but this was the first time she had met his parents.
"They're very nice, I'm just never sure if parents like me or not," Julia confessed.
Ben gave her a quizzical look. "How many boyfriends' parents have you met?" he asked.
She started counting in her head. "Well, technically this is my fourth time. But the first two were before either of us could drive and it doesn't really count if you meet them by getting a ride."
Ben considered this as he merged onto the interstate. "So that's two boyfriends before you were sixteen?"
Julia blushed. "Two whose parents I met anyway."
"Right, now I'm suspicious. Would you mind telling me all about your sordid past while I have you trapped in a confined space?" He tried his best to ask the question with a straight face, and very nearly succeeded.
Julia feigned exasperation before detailing her past relationships. "Well, first there was Colin in eighth grade. He asked me to go to the Valentine's Day dance with him, so naturally I just met him there. At some point his parents called my dad and offered to give me a ride home afterwards."
"Sounds very romantic," Ben said with a grin.
"Oh yes, we were the talk of the eighth grade the next day. Technically we dated for a few weeks after that, though we never actually went out anywhere together." Julia thought for a moment before continuing. "Boyfriend two was to the spring dance. Same situation as the first one really: carpooled to the school, shared a few very awkward slow dances at arm's length, then claimed to be dating for a while without actually going anywhere."
"You were a very popular thirteen-year-old," Ben said.
She ignored him and continued. "Boyfriend number three was Alex, freshman year of high school. I was a freshman, he was a senior, it was all very scandalous."
Ben couldn't keep the laughter out of his voice when he replied, "I can't believe the two of you aren't still together, you sound like such a nice couple."
"It was more a case of him not wanting to go to prom without a date and me not being picky as long as I got to go. We were in the same Spanish class and he asked me to go with him, so we did the whole taking-pictures-in-front-of-his parents'-fireplace thing."
Ben considered this before asking, "You were a freshman in the same class as a senior?"
"Like I said, I wasn't picky as long as I got to go. He was a nice enough guy and we went out a few times, but there wasn't much interest there."
"OK, so three boyfriends by your freshman year of high school. All dance-related I might add, should I be worried about that?" Ben was doing his best not to laugh, and failing miserably.
She rolled her eyes, but continued. "I went on a few other dates in high school, but never more than once or twice with the same guy," Julia continued. "Got to college and dated a few guys, nothing very serious. Then my junior year I went out with a guy named James for about a year."
"Then what happened?" Ben asked.
"I met his parents and they absolutely hated me," Julia said. "And I had no idea until he broke up with me a few days later."
"He broke up with you because of his parents?"
Julia shrugged. "Now you know why I was so nervous about this weekend."
Ben took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "You have nothing to worry about." He brought her hand to his lips for a kiss. "They said of all the girls I've ever brought home, you're their favorite."
She gave him a worried look. "How many girls have they met?"
"Well, you're only the second. But the point is you're their favorite," he finished with a smile.
"Go on," Julia said, a little relieved, "let's hear about all your paltry affairs."
Ben cleared his throat, and Julia settled in for what she was expecting to be a long list. "Let's see, there was Becky in the seventh grade. We were together for about three hours before we decided to see other people."
Julia burst out laughing. "Three hours?"
"Hey, that's a long time when you're twelve. We flirted all during Social Studies, I asked her out at the beginning of gym class, and we were very happy together during lunch. But things got a little rocky during recess, and by English we thought it was best to go our separate ways."
"And you made fun of me for my school dance relationships," she teased. "So three hours in the seventh grade, what else?"