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Bree’s laugh echoes in the car.
“Please, you’re just being dramatic. Dad hasn’t been that bad.”
No, he simply sent me to die around thirty times, and I’ve only seen him once for three minutes. That says more than enough about the kind of relationship that expects us. Although maybe I am being exaggerated and letting me be prey to panic. I’ve never formally met a girl’s parents. Especially one that means a lot to me.
“If you say so…” I mumble, sinking in the seat.
We’re not far from her house. The GPS—because Bree can’t give directions even if her life depended on it—says that we’re only fifteen minutes away. My stomach is a mess as nausea rolls through it. My palms are sweating, and I’m doing everything in my power to avoid drying them with my pants because that way, Bree will discover how nervous I truly am about all this. I’m not sure that I’m ready to meet her whole family at once.
“You’re going to be fine, dummy.”
“Right.”
“Stan, seriously. They don’t know you yet, but they’re going to adore you. I promise,” she reassures, her hand traveling to the back of my neck, caressing the zone.
“Look at it from this point, you can’t be worse than Steve Keaton,” Luanna supports.
I frown, and Bree groans.
“Who’s Steve Keaton?” I inquire.
Bree shifts uncomfortably in her seat.
“A hippie weirdo that Bree dated back in high school. He kept dedicating her that popular song from the Backstreet Boys. What was the title?” Luanna furrows her brows in deep thought.
Oh, God.
I’m not sure that Luanna knows the whole story behind that song.
“I want it that way?” I supply, and she nods. “What an amazing song. We should put it—”
“No!” Bree exclaims, her face red. “That song is banned from my ears forever.”
Chuckling, I reach for her hand in the back of my neck, guiding it to my lips.
“You’re one of those couples, huh,” Luanna points out, breaking our moment. “You know, the clingy type that’s absolutely perfect.”
I made a face in disagreement.
“I wouldn’t say perfect,” I comment.
“We argue a lot,” Bree agrees.
“We always disagree,” I add.
Luanna’s laugh prevents us from making our list longer.
“You guys are unbelievably sweet.”
“Was that jealousy?” Bree quips, changing the course of the conversation.
The truth is that we’re the clingy couple that everyone hates. We’ve had a pretty solid beginning, considering our strange circumstances. We’ve adapted well and that’s what counts.
During the last few minutes of our ride, Bree and Luanna stay bickering. In a few occasions I’ve had to fight against a couple of laughs because I wouldn’t dare getting in the middle of their talks.
Bree’s parents live in a nice neighborhood in the suburbs. At first glance, it presents itself like one of those communities where everything is perfect and the unity among them is strong. However, as we walk towards the entrance of the house, I’m able to hear the loud noise from people screaming instead of talking.
I look at Bree, seeing her shrug.
