DESIRE

𝐹𝐴𝑀𝐼𝐿𝑌 𝐷𝐼𝑁𝑁𝐸𝑅

As I combed my hair, I began to think of all the things that could go wrong.

"Y/N, it's gonna be fine. I've met them once already." I heard Timothée say from the doorway.

"I know, I know. It's still fucking nerve racking." I sighed, setting my brush down on the counter.

I looked over at Timothée, who was leaning against the wall, watching me.

"They're just... I don't know." I said, walking over to him and giving him a hug.

He kissed the top of my head, and hugged me back. "That's the way parents are supposed to be." He reassured me.

I backed away from him, nodding.

"That's my girl." He said, grinning.

The truth was, things weren't always good with my parents. They were never really good, actually. The bad situations were just dealt with.

My dad hadn't always been the best guy, and my mother not always the best girl.

They both had their problems, big and small. And they still made it work. Even if they both really hated each other.

I continued to get ready, resenting my upcoming doom.

Once Timothée and I had left the house and gotten in the car, my heart was beginning to beat faster the usual.

Timothée could always tell when I was nervous.

"It's gonna be fine." He whispered, taking my hand and kissing it.

I breathed in slowly, then nodded. He held my hand the whole way to my parent's house.

When we got up to the door, Timothée knocked on it, as he held my hand with his free hand.

It was my mother who opened the door.

"Hi, Y/N." She said, smiling, giving me a quick hug.

"Hi, mom." I said, patting her on the back.

I made eye contact with Timothée, and he gave me a little thumbs up. I stifled my laughter as I pulled away from my mother's grasp.

Walking into my childhood home was an odd experience. I hadn't been there in so long.

I visited my parents very rarely, and the last time was when my aunt passed away. So maybe that couldn't even be counted as a visit.

As we turned the corner into the kitchen, I saw my father preparing some food for all of us.

"We've missed you, Y/N." My dad said, giving me a pat on the shoulder. He wasn't never much of a hugger.

"Hello, Timothée. It's nice to see you again." My dad said, shaking Timothée's hand.

Though my father's voice was monotone and disingenuous, Timothée smiled.

"You too, sir." He said to my father, then slowly stepping back.

"It's time to eat. Why don't you go sit down?" My mother said, turning to my father.

My father sighed, and I followed him into the dining room.

I sat next to Timothée, and my father sat across from us.

"So, how's the acting job? Is it still working out?" My father asked, staring at Timothée.

Timothée smiled. It was almost like a grin. "Yes, sir. It's going very well."

At this point, I could tell that Timothée was starting to get cocky, more dominant towards my father.