The Theory of Kayden

[32] the theory of hating everyone

\\ so starting today

i'm breaking out of this cage

i'm standing up, i'mma face my demons

i'm manning up, i'mma hold my ground

i've had enough now i'm so fed up

time to put my life back together right now \\

eminem - not afraid

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"Babe, seriously, it's going to be okay," I remind Kade, placing a hand on his thigh. "I promise. They'll love you."

He shakes his head. "I've never done this before."

"I know," I sigh. "But I'll be right there next to you the whole time. Plus, we're only staying for a few nights. We'll be back in London in no time at all."

We're currently driving back home so that I pack up all my things, ready to move into Nate's flat on Saturday. Him and Mason have a spare room so we all decided that I would stay there until I can save enough to get my own place somewhere.

Kade is adamant that I should just move in with him, but we've only been together a couple of weeks. I've been tiding him over by promising him that I'll leave a change of clothes and a toothbrush and some toiletries so that I'm sorted for whenever I stay over.

He proceeded to say that I won't need any clothes when I'm there, right up until I reminded him that I don't think Theo would appreciate me walking around naked. That shut him right up.

"Okay, give me the run down again," he tells me, his eyes not leaving the road in front of us. "I know we've been over this, but please, humour me."

"My Mum is Rebecca, she-"

He cuts me off. "She works in a nursery but hates kids - except her own, obviously. Your Dad is Phil, he's a marine engineer, currently consulting on ships for the Navy. He loves trains. Your Nan is Joan. She does yoga and knits. Your Grandad is George. He plays golf and does jigsaw puzzles," he rattles off and smiles. "I've got this."

I nod. "You've got this. Just remember, I love you no matter what they think, okay?"

He relaxes a bit and we finish the last hour of the drive in relative silence, most of the noise coming from the music playing - my playlist, by the way. The sucker won't stop listening to it. The romantic in me has decided that it's because it's mine but I know that he loves it. Even the Taylor Swift.

For the last twenty minutes, I give him directions and before I know it, he pulls up on the street outside my house.

I just sit and stare at it for a few seconds. I'm not the same person I was when I left almost three months ago. And if I'm being brutally honest, I'm fucking terrified about what my parents are going to say about Kade. They're a hundred percent 'judge a book by its cover' people and even though he's changed his lip ring to a stud and is wearing a white t-shirt instead of his usual black one and Converse instead of his usual boots, I know they're only going to see the tattoos and run for the hills.