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"its going to be fine, its not like they don't know me" I say trying to calm my boyfriend. I don't see what the problem, is I'm cool as fuck.
"the problem is that they do know you" he says while burying his face in the steering wheel. "now or never, I guess" he gives me a kiss on the cheek and gets out of the car. me and Lincoln have been dating for 3 years now. two months ago it occurred to us that we should probably tell our parents we're dating, for me it was quick and easy but for linc, he has been really nervous for this. I have been slightly nervous for something else, marriage. I tell them we boyfriends, they love it, I ask for blessing they say yes, we get married. its the perfect plan. I get out of the car and knock on the door three times and Marco opens it.
"hey Lincoln, hey Taylor" Marco says with a smile on his face. "come in, come in" Marco moves to the side to let us and we do. "dinner is almost ready so just sit a the dinner table" we head over to the dinner table and sit down. I notice that Lincoln rapidly taps his finger under the table. I take his hand and lock our fingers with each other.
"It's gonna be okay" I whisper, so that the dad won't hear me" he just nods and takes my hand in his. Marco and grant brings out the plates and puts them in front of us. they sit down and marco starts eating.
"so why did you want us to prepare and make dinner for you?" grant says with a relaxed voice.
"well...dad, me and Taylor are" Lincoln makes weird eye movements at grant and Marco.
"are what" Lincoln takes a deep breath.
"dads, me and Taylor are dating" they just stare at us, creepy.
"like for real, seriously, no jokes" Marco says in a concerned smile.
"yes, we've actually been dating for 3 years now" as Lincoln says that grant breaks his glass cup with is hands. maybe I miscalculated a little. grant and Marco walk into the kitchen to treat his hand and Lincoln soon follows. I can't fully understand what their saying but they are loud... if I easedrop will they be mad at me... their not going to know. I sneakily sneak towards the kitchen to hear their conversation.
"I don't know why you're so angry about this, its not like you don't like him" Lincoln shouts
"out of everybody, him?! and you've waited three years to tell us" grant says
"well clearly I had a good reason too, and yes him. he's funny, cool a-and cute and-"
"He's extremely self obsessed, he views himself as perfect" grant interrupts
"well I'm sorry that you cant comprehend that somebody doesn't hate themselves, but that's not his problem!" Lincoln sighs and walks out of the kitchen. as I hear footsteps I quickly stand up. "we're leaving"
"are you sur-" I say nervously
"yes" he says heading the door and I quickly follow. guess I'm not asking for their blessing anytime soon.
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we stop in front of our house, neither of us getting out. its only been a 20 minute drive but it seemed like hours, and he has had on the expression that I've dreaded to see again. numbness. Lincoln takes a deep sigh "are you okay..." he takes a long time to reply
"he is no longer my father" Lincoln says in a very serious voice.
"I mean theres no need to be so drastic, he'll come around" I say in attempts to calm Lincoln down
"NO!...no, he always does this. judging me, trying to control me . he says he's trying to protect me, but I'm 20 years old and I did what he couldn't at 16. I can protect myself!"
"okay..."
"I'm sorry" he kisses me on the check "I'm sorry"
"wanna play fifa"
"yes please"