Sometime in the afternoon on a beautiful summer day, I found myself in his arms, feeling quite content. I was 15 and not allowed to date, but there I was anyway, hanging out with my then-boyfriend. My mom worked the typical 9-5 shift and my dad worked nights, so there were a few hours a day when nobody was home, except my brother. Like any teenager, I took advantage of that. Sorry mom and dad. I snuck my boyfriend over every now and then after school. We’d talk, we’d make out, and then we’d say goodbye, and no one ever knew. Until one fateful day…
We were hanging out when suddenly, I heard a noise. I sensed it was the sound of a car door closing…my MOM’s car door. “What? She’s home early! What do we do?” We were both absolutely terrified. He was shaking like a leaf and stuttering like a fool. “Under the bed, hide under the bed!” I ran out to see if it really was my mom, and sure enough, she was making her way inside. I ran back to my room and saw him standing there like an idiot. “What the hell are you doing?!” He told me he didn’t fit under the bed so I stuffed him into my closet. Then I ran back out to greet my mom.
I don’t know how she didn’t immediately realize something was off. I’ve never been more nervous. I said something like, “Mom, the dog is acting kind of weird. I think you should go look at her. She’s got issues.” Oddly enough, she believed me and went to check on the dog. I ran back to my room, grabbed him, and told him to run like hell. I thought we were safe, but just as my mom returned, I realized that his shoes were sitting by the door, all conspicuous. My brother and I invented the most lame excuse ever. “Oh, some kid left his shoes on the bus. Um, he had an extra pair of shoes for some reason. I thought I’d bring them home and give them to him tomorrow.” Seriously, who takes someone else’s shoes? My mom looked at us like we were crazy, and rightfully so. She left the room, and then my brother grabbed the trash and the shoes, and headed outside. He found the shoeless guy and gave him back his shoes. When he came back inside, he told our mom that he was just throwing out the trash.
Afterwards, my brother and I couldn’t help but laugh about the whole thing. I can still picture him running for his life WITHOUT his shoes; that was priceless. Of course, a few weeks later, my mom surprised us AGAIN. We obviously didn’t learn our lesson. He hid out back, but it was too late. Mom had seen his truck and knew he was there. I was punished and he broke up with me, claiming that I needed to work things out with my mom and that he didn’t want to come between us. He was my first boyfriend and I was heart-broken. I clung to the false hope that we’d get back together one day. Several months later, I found out that he had another girlfriend, who he started seeing just WEEKS after breaking up with me. Thanks for stringing me along, douchebag.
Do you have any similar stories of being busted or almost caught? I’d love to hear them!
Disclaimer: In hindsight, I probably deserved this. He had dated one of my best friends before me, and I, very stupidly, dated him anyway. She had said she was okay with it, but I should have known she’d be hurt. I lost a friend all because I was so excited at the thought of having a boyfriend. Definitely wasn’t thinking straight.