It was awkward. Super-duper awkward.
I glanced through my eyelids as my dad shifted on the beige colored couch, picking up his coffee mug from the table all the while glaring at the extremely uncomfortable Bryan, or at least trying his best to glare. Connor sat beside my dad stifling a smile. I and mom were huddled on the opposite chair, glancing nervously at the scene playing in front of us.
“So…” My dad cleared his throat, pausing as he thought of something to say. “Your name is Bryan.”
And that is what he comes up with!
To say my father couldn’t interview my boyfriend was the biggest understatement.
“Yeah.” Bryan nodded, touching his blue shirt collar anxiously. This was probably the first time he was wearing a shirt that too with a tie. He looked pretty hot and I would have kissed him senselessly if my father wasn’t in front trying his best to act strict.
“Why are you called Ace then?”
“Uh I don’t know?”
My father licked his lips, trying to think of some serious question. “Are you dating my daughter just for sex?”
I choked on the air while my mother chided. “Luke, don’t ask stupid questions.”
My dad huffed. “That is a valid question. I should know.” The last was of course muttered under his breath.
“No sir.” A blushing Bryan answered. “I am not dating her for sex.”
“Is she a virgin?”
“Dad!” I exclaimed in horror and complete embarrassment.
“Uh I don’t know?” Bryan coughed out, shifting in his seat. Of course he knew!
“Luke one more stupid question and you are in the doghouse.” My mother said, swiftly standing and going into the kitchen, away from her embarrassing husband.
My dad gulped. “So do you play any sports? I hope this is not a dumb question.” He raised his voice at the end, making sure my mom heard it.
“Uh I can play soccer and basketball but I am not on the school team.”
“Why? Not interested in cheerleaders?” My dad asked in a low voice, making sure it didn’t reach the kitchen.
“Dad!” this time Connor shouted. “I wasn’t on the team because I was interested in the cheerleaders.”
My dad rolled his eyes. “Please I have seen those girls in skimpy clothes leave your room at 3 in the morning.”
Connor blushed red. “You saw that?”
Whoa! Surprise there!
“You lived under my roof, I had the right to know what was going on in it. And that one with that red tiny skirt, I am so glad I never saw her again. She walked out topless.” Dad shook his head in disgrace.
“Dad.” I hissed. “Ever heard about TMI, Too Much Information?”
Connor on the other hand, had turned to tomato red and I desperately want to take a picture of that. Connor Williams, blushing red? Once in a billion years.
“Yeah yeah.” My dad waved off his hand. “Whatever, I am not going to give you lecture on using protection because you must already know all that. If you have any doubts you can ask Connor.” Dad patted Connor’s shoulder.
Connor wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Don’t please. Ask Logan if you must.”
Dad snorted. “That guy will simply say something along the lines of, ‘Wrap it before you tap it’ and get on with his job.”
I slapped my forehead. “Dad just go.”
“Yeah don’t make her cry or I’ll cut of your balls and hang them in your bedroom.” My dad warned, looking at Bryan with narrowed eyes.
Unconsciously his hand covered his crotch. “Yes sir.” He choked out.
Dad got up, nodding at him. “Call me Luke and whenever you two are alone in the room I want the door wide open. No funny business or funny voices.” He started walking outside muttering something along the lines of, ‘I’ll have to cut short my international trips now.’
I rolled my eyes at my dad’s protective behavior. Connor got up and patted Bryan’s shoulder. “Take care of her dude.”
“I will.” Bryan promised.
Soon I and Bryan were the only people in the hall. I walked towards him and wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead.
“Wow you were really nervous.” I commented, my eyes widening.
He snorted, wiping his forehead. “I was not.” He paused. “Now I know how you are so weird, total replica of you father.”
I slapped his shoulder. “I am not that weird.”
He grinned and pecked my lips. “You are but I still love you.”
I froze at hearing those words and my heart almost jumped out of my ribs. That L letter word from Bryan Cooper, a notorious player was so not expected now.
I looked at him and his eyes were shining with joy, not an ounce of regret. He did mean it!
I grinned back and deepened the kiss, letting my feelings show into the kiss, before pulling back. “I -”
“Make way for Noddy!” A voice rang throughout the house and footsteps came running inside.
I blew a frustrated breath watching the two idiots go in circles. Alan was holding Logan’s wheelchair circling it while Logan held on it with a pained face.
“Stop doing that you dipshit.” Logan shouted. “I knew letting you drive was a bad idea.”
Alan stopped, and left Logon on the chair, coming closer to us. “Phulz I was awesome.”
“I almost fell like six times!” Logan exclaimed, leaning forward and hitting Alan’s back.
“That was because you wouldn’t listen to me and kept taking wrong turns.” Alan retorted.
“You didn’t have to blindfold me.”
“You blindfolded Logan?” I asked in shock, staring at Alan.
Alan grinned sheepishly. “It sounded fun.”
I gritted my teeth. “You are such an ass Alan.” I slapped the back of his head. “What if he got hurt?”
Alan winked. “I get to blindfold him more times.”
“Kinky.” Ace snorted, smirking at the two.
Alan gave him a stink eye while Logan just rolled his eyes, still pissed on Alan.
“Fuck off, go to that Celia.” Logan grunted, motioning Bryan to help him move away from Alan.
Alan chuckled fretfully, rubbing his head. “About that I lied so you all wouldn’t suspect anything.”
“So you never liked Celia?”
Alan grinned uneasily. “I did at the start but she’s uh- into females.”
There was a shocked pause until Logan burst out laughing, clapping his hands. “Oh my God! I bet she turned gay after meeting you. Who would want to be interested in guys if they were like you?”
Alan glowered at his best friend. “Your favorite cousin, that one with short brown hair and green eyes. What was her name?” He paused, fake thinking while Logan narrowed his at him. “Oh yeah Racheal, she’s one hot piece of ass.”
“Don’t even think of it.” Logan warned. “Not only is she elder to you but also sensible enough to not fall for your high school stupid tactics.”
Alan grinned cheekily. “That’s what you think but I don’t after what happened last time.”
Logan gritted his teeth. “What happened?” he demanded, looking around for something to throw at Alan.
I rolled my eyes at them. “He’s just kidding Logan, you know Racheal likes that guy, Colton.”
“I don’t like him too.” Logan whined. He was so protective of his cousin, almost as if she was his real sister. It was kind of cute until he started keeping tabs on her boyfriends and scaring them away.
“Cookies anyone?” My mother’s voice rang through the kitchen and within seconds Alan had disappeared with Logan shouting from behind at him. “Yeah I’ll just run sitting on the wheelchair with no one’s help. Thank you, you dipshit.”
Alan laughed from the kitchen. “I think I love having you in that wheelchair. More cookies for me.”