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Chap.13 C

" Hey Mom, you remembered to make enough for an extra person right?" I said, popping my head into the kitchen.

" For the last time, yes. I made enough for Troye." My mom said.

" I never told you it was Troye coming." I told her.

" You didn't?" She questioned. " I must have just assumed."

I walked up to my room and noticed my brother still in his workout attire.

" You need to take a shower and get dressed." I told him, combing my hair in the mirror.

" I am dressed." He said after looking down at his body.

" I mean dressed in something that doesn't have pit stains." I sneered.

" I don't see why I have to be dressed up for your boyfriend." He mumbled.

" 1. Because you smell like a gym bag and 2. Just do it ok?" I said.

" Fine." He mumbled.

I walked over to the mirror. I looked presentable as I could without giving my family the tone it was extremely important, which it was, but I didn't want them to worry about something they had no clue about. I scrunched my hair up a little bit before getting interrupted by Brandon.

" Is this good?" He asked.

I Looked him up and down, trying to determine if it was appropriate. A grey nike shirt, black shorts, and nike shorts.

Right before I was about to tell him how much he looked like a fuckboy in that moment, my thoughts were stopped by the door bell ringing.

" It'll have to do." I said running to the door.

I flew down the stairs and placed my hand on the doorknob. I let out a sigh of tension as I prayed my family wouldn't ruin tonight, then opened the door.

Troye stood there, pristine as always. White button up, blue skinny jeans, and black platform shoes. I greeted him along with wrapping him in a quick hug.

" Hey Troye!" My mother called from the kitchen.

" Hello Mrs. Franta." He waved.

" Hope you don't mind, Troye, that I made grilled chicken." She spoke.

" I'm sure it'll taste as good as it smells." He smiled.

My dad walked into the kitchen to give my mom a quick peck on the cheek before walking over to Troye and I.

Even though my father was well below Troye's height, he still gave off quite the intimidation. He lifted his right hand up to Troye and He grasped it back.

" Good grip. That's when you know your dealing with a man." My dad smiled, making anxiety leave through a sigh.

Now all I have to do is survive dinner, and I'll be home free.

My dad went upstairs to give Brandon his letter in the mail for track so it could be us alone.

" When are you gonna tell them about...us?" He asked, whispering the last part.

" If things go well, I'll do it in the middle of dinner, but if things go for a turn for the worse, we can do it before the end of dessert. Sound good?" I said.

" Yeah." Troye said fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

" What's wrong?" I asked, scooting closer to him.

" It's just... What if they don't like me?" He questioned.

" Ah, come on Troye. They love you." I reassured him.

" As your friend. What will think when they know me as your boyfriend?" He panicked.

" They care about what makes me happy, and you make me happy." I said, squeezing his hand.

" Dinner's ready! Connor come set the table." She yelled.

I placed the dining mats in front of each seat, along with silverware and napkins. I sat in my unassigned seat I always sit at and Troye sat to my right. Nicola sits in front of me and Brandon in front of Troye, with my parents on opposite ends.

My mother placed dishes in front of all of us and we started to eat and talk about things happening in our lives and in the world. After my dad stopped talking about how unfit Donald Trump was to be president, I decided dinner had gone by well enough to tell them.

" Guys, I have an announcement." I said, standing up out of my chair.

" What is it, sweetheart?" My mother asked simply.

I looked down at Troye, who had wide eyes of anticipation. I reached for his hand before talking again.

" Troye and I are dating." I said, getting mixed emotions from my family.

The first thing I heard was my father and brother saying he was happy for us that we found each other. The second thing was my mother saying she's know since Christmas. The last thing was Nicola's angry tone.

" That's not fair! I liked him first." She pouted.

" Nicola, that may be the case but let me tell you something: No matter how much you want someone to be straight, you can't make them, so get over it." I said sweetly.

" I'm going to my room." Nicola said, shoving her plater to the middle of the table and then running upstairs.

" Well, that went well." Troye said.

" Don't mind her. She'll come around eventually." I said leaning my head on his shoulder before realizing most of family was still here.

" Who wants dessert?" My mother asked.

" Can't. I have a track meet Sunday and can't have any sweets." Brandon said, putting his plate in the sink.

" I'm too full." My dad said.

" What about you, boys?" She asked.

" No thanks. We're just gonna go to the the living room and watch some TV." I said, taking both of out plates to the sink and exiting to the living room.

" Told you they'd like you." I sneered.

" Not all of them." He grumbled.

" Hey, listen to me. She doesn't matter. What she thinks of you doesn't matter. It only matters what I think of you. I think your the sweetest, kindest, smartest, most talented person, ok? Now get that frown off your face. You don't look as cute with that as to when you have a smile. " I said, making him laugh a little under his breath.

" There we go, now cuddle with me while watching pitch perfect 2 and hold me tight." I said, stealing a kiss before putting in the movie.