Don't Let Daddy Know (Martin Garrix fanfiction)

Five

Martijn's POV:

To say the dinner was awkward would be like telling your kid his dog is just taking a nap when he obviously is already buried six feet under.

It wouldn't get that weird and complicated if I just shut my mouth. But that's more difficult for me than eating pizza underwater. And I speak from my own experience.

After shaking hands with our neighbours I looked over at the girl. What was her name again? Chloé!

She didn't even glance over at me one time in the small room which seemed to connect the living with the dining room. The house looked exactly like ours from the outside. Inside it was more modern, just the way I liked it too.

I sat down on the black chair closest to the window and looked down at the plate in front of me, filled with steak and a salad. Just at the mere sight of it my mouth automatically watered. Well, that would be the second perk of deciding to join my parents and coming over to this family.

I didn't even realise when Chloé sat down on the chair next to me, trying to cover her face with her tiny manicured hand. My parents were in a deep conversation with the neighbours at the moment while occasionally picking some of the big green salad leaves or cutting their steaks.

I smirked when I noticed how nervous Chloé acted around me and decided to eat like the others did, but still I observed every one of her movements.

She looked hot, I had to admit. Not the slutty way, also not the casual hot like she looked like at Ultra. Today she was absolutely stunning in that formal black dress.

"Martijn?", my mum suddenly asked dragging me out of my daydreaming.

"What?", I said bluntly, not even caring to make a good first impression on this family. Why should I lie and act like a gentleman when I obviously am the opposite?

"Cara asked, if you're still in school.", my mum answered, gesturing that I should start talking now.

"No, I'm...", I hesitated and couldn't stifle a short laugh, "I'm working. As a DJ."

My 'job' wasn't something I had to do. Of course it could also be exhausting and stressful but mostly it was the life I always wanted to have: parties, girls, alcohol, drugs. Plus I got money for that. Easy shit.

Cara, obviously Chloé's mum, raised her black eyebrows in surprise and nodded knowingly.

I felt Chloé's eyes on my face and felt like the center of attention at the moment. Not that I didn't like that, but being surrounded by my own parents made me feel conscious of how weird this situation was. Eating with some old people and a girl I already met.

We all went on eating in silence, before my mum raised her voice again.

"How old are you, Chloé?" She smiled at the girl next to me, taking a sip of the glass of red wine.

"Um, I'm 17.", she answered and smiled back to my mum.

"So you're only one year younger than Marty!", she stated happily.

"Mum.", I interrupted warningly. She knew how much I hated that nickname. It sounded like I was still a 5 year old.

She decided to just ignore me and go on with telling those strangers things about me that felt like my complete life story. I seriously waited for the moment where she would tell them how much I weight when I was born.

"Mum, please.", I begged and groaned loudly just to make her stop talking so much about me.

"...and we bought him his own apartment so he can still visit us whenever he wants to but we won't disturb our little music genius when he's working." My mum looked at me proudly and I swear when she was sitting next to me, she would ruffle through my hair.

"Oh, an own apartment?", Chloé's mum asked curiously.

"Yes, but most of his things aren't even there. He has no time to move out properly."

I felt left out. I hated the feeling when people were talking about me as if I wasn't standing right next to them in reality.

"I think there are better topics to talk about at dinner, right?", I asked grumpily, referring to no one special and staring down at my plate, picking at the small yellow corn.

"Martijn, don't be rude!", my mum warned me. I tried to find a new topic that they could discuss about and I had no time to think about something complicated so I decided to take the most obvious thing.

"Who made this salad? It tastes so fucking good!", I bursted out, regretting it one second later when my mum gave me a warning glance. Officially I wasn't allowed to curse, especially not while eating dinner.

"It was me."

I turned my head to see Chloé fumbling with her small hands that were positioned in her lap.

"Chloé is great at cooking. And she's a pro at cleaning up.", her mum mentioned. The blonde girl sitting next to me got more and more nervous.

"I didn't know this was a competition for the best teenager.", I murmured to myself, but of course my parents heard it.

"Martijn." My dad finally managed to say.

"Well, you never have time to clean up your mess on your own. And you can't cook.", my mum noted.

"I can!", I pouted and crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"You can't eat fast food and take away everyday, Martijn.", she rolled her eyes, a habit that I somehow inherited. Thinking back, I really was a miserable cook. I remembered how I burnt my waffles every single time. You could say I had other talents than cooking.

"I think I know a good solution.", Cara laughed and my mother nodded eagerly.

"What?", I snapped. Did they make some secret plan or what?

"What if Chloé moves to your apartment. That way you wouldn't be so lonely. And it's someone your age."

I choked on the food in my mouth.

"And she is off school for this week anyway so that would be perfect, wouldn't it, James?", Cora exposed her white teeth and her husband nodded slowly.

"What the fuck?", I snapped. I didn't give a fuck anymore. If they think they can invade my personal space that way and use that girl to spy on me, I definitely was out. Chloé moved her hands underneath the table and stared at her parents in blank shock.

"That would have only advantages for both of you.", my mum shrugged. "And I think after last month, it would be the best for you to have a person next to you."

Fuck. She didn't have to remind me. Not here. Not now.

I pulled on my hair and sighed.

"Okay I'm in."

Did I promise too much? What do you think of Chloé and Martijn living together? I hope you liked this chapter, it was one of the longer ones and I really was looking forward to update as soon as possible so here it is! I love each of your reads, votes and comments so pleaaase go on making me happy! :D