queenbitchbree:
“This is actually the sixth time I am looking at what you have on and every time I look at it I find something else I could improve.” Her nerves gave way to more of her snippier attitude. This wasn’t her– Bree was not the one to bring home boys to meet her grandmother. Bree was the type to have secret flings that filled her life with excitement and intrigue. This entire relationship thing was something that made her feel unlike herself. “I, like your hair ruffled but that’s for a different reason.” The whole reason being that the more of a mess his hair was the more proof she had of just what he had done to her with his tongue between her legs or on different parts of her body. She couldn’t let those thoughts invade her mind. Snapping back into the moment, she fought the urge to purposely do the opposite of what she was told. This wasn’t like Bree. Bree wasn’t the type of girl who brought someone home. Bree was the type to continue the relationship she had previously had with Sam, keeping him as a secret at all costs. Uncharted territory made her nervous to the point of obsession. “If you have to talk to her about anything… talk to her about… the weather. Living in Ohio, various other topics.” None of which she could think of right away. Shedefinitely should have prepared some topics, now she was going to have to manipulate the conversation so much. “School.” She nodded her head and fiddled with a button on his shirt that was turning inward. “You can talk about school. Play up the goody two shoes bit. Student body vice president, football player, glee member, you can even mention swim team. Oh comic book club!” Listing off his team affiliations slowly bored her but also made her wonder just how much he could be involved in. “The more goody goody we make you seem the easier it is going to be to convince her that you haven’t ever seen me naked or have ever done anything more than hold my hand.” At least that was the plan. “By the time this is over she should see a golden halo over your head and she should be putting your name in for sainthood and not wondering whether or not she can ever trust you being around me. The kiss and brief pause made her pause. The feeling of his lips just soft enough to bring her back to the present. He was right about what her grandmother would think with them not showing up. Her hands went to his sides wanting just this moment with him. Her nerves did feel a bit better. She brought her hands up to her boyfriend’s jawline looking into his eyes smiling. “Well for one, don’t call her Mrs. Martin since she didn’t take my grandfather’s last name. I don’t think she wants to be called anything specific. You can just call her whatever she introduces herself as.” Really it was because she didn’t know what to say. Annoyed by not knowing what the procedure was she felt the nerves in her stomach contract again. “I really don’t know what you should call her because it’s not like this is something that happens every week. This is my first time doing this, okay and I don’t know what is going to happen or what she’s going to want you to call her or anything.”Noticing that she was getting stressed again she dropped her shoulders. Standing on her toes she pressed a light kiss to his lips. “I-” her voice cut, her eyes darting to his feet. “I don’t know what to really expect out of this. I just know that this is important, so you’re right let’s get this over with.” Straightening her spine and holding on to Sam’s hand she walked the few steps before walking through the door. “Gran! We’re here.” Her smell of her grandmother’s southern food wafting through the small two bedroom apartment. Her grandma coming in to view she tried not to notice just how much her dark eyes zeroed in on Sam. “This is Sam.”
Sam sighed, for once he didn’t care about what she said. He knew why she was being snippy and snarky with him. “Of course you do,” Sam replied, “just think about how bad it could have been, because what I’m wearing and how I’m looking isn’t bad,” he said looking at Bree, taking her hands in his, “and you were the one that told me that my Sunday best was just too much, so I’m not wearing that and I’m not wearing sweats, so it’s gonna be fine.” It was kind of nice knowing that for once he wasn’t the one with the major freak out, well besides, the fact that he was meeting her grandparents which is a bit different from parents. Sam let out a breath, “okay, so talk about all the good things, and don’t forget the volunteering in the soup kitchen I bet she’d love that and don’t tell her about being an under aged stripper with a fake ID so that you could help support your family, got it.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, pressing a kiss against her lips, “relax, I got this, Sam Evans is one charmer. I got you to actually date me.” Sam smiled at her, “and everyone knows I’m a saint, they’re gonna play when the saints next time I play a football game.” Sam nodded his head, he could do that, just listen and call her whatever she wants to be called, he could do that, and if things went as planned, he was going to be told to call her grandma at the end of the night.
As they stepped inside, he could smell the food, and it smelled just like his grandma’s cooking, well not exactly but it reminded him of it, he could really work with this. “Hello,” Sam said, with a smile playing over his lips, “I’m Sam,” he held out his hand, “and I’m sorry for not coming over to meet you sooner. I’ve been a bit too busy with after school activities and volunteering. But it’s nice to finally meet you.” Sam bit down on his lip, “and I know that smell, reminds me of the summers on grandparents farm.”