Fake Girlfriend (A Behzinga Fanfic/AU)(unfinished)

EIGHT

Ethan opened the door a few seconds after we knocked, grinning as he looked between the two of us. He had on black joggers, as well as a t-shirt that only made him look even more muscular than he was.

The first thing my dad noticed was his tattoos. Of course he did. My dad was always very attentive to detail. He was about an inch shorter than Ethan, which he wasn't used to in my previous boyfriends.

Well, my only boyfriends. Considering Ethan and I weren't even dating.

"Hello," Ethan wiped his hands on a towel and held out a hand for my dad to shake. "Lovely to meet you, Mr Wright."

My dad stared at Ethan's large hand for a minute, and I put my head in my hands. This was already a disaster. My dad hated him at first glance, and it was obvious.

"Call me Brian," My dad finally said. His voice was lower than normal, and he'd stood up straighter, but he firmly gripped Ethan's hand and shook it.

"Why don't you come in?" Ethan gestured for us to come in, and I held my breath as I looked at my dad.

He shrugged and walked in, and once he was out of earshot I turned to Ethan.

"Tell me again why you invited him to dinner?"

He smirked. "Because, as I said, I enjoy getting on your nerves."

"Well, if you say the wrong thing he will kill you," I said under my breath.

At that, Ethan chuckled. "Don't worry, babe, I can take him."

I gritted my teeth. "If you start a fight with my dad I swear I'll tell your mother you lied to her."

"I wouldn't dream of it," He looked me up and down before ushering me inside and closing the door behind me. "You look nice."

I narrowed my eyes, unsure if it was a genuine compliment or all a part of the act.

I just shrugged it off and let him lead me to the table, where my dad had already made himself comfortable.

"If you two would give me just a minute, I'll finish up dinner," Ethan smirked at my dad before walking into the kitchen.

I sat down across from my dad, who had his arms folded over his chest and was glaring at Ethan, who seemed oblivious.

"Him? Really?" My dad frowned when Ethan glanced over at us.

I sighed. "What, do you not like him?"

"He doesn't strike me as your type is all," He narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.

"Yeah, well, he is," I shrugged. There was no denying that Ethan was very attractive, but I wouldn't have necessarily labeled him as my 'type'. I didn't know him well enough, either.

"Did you meet him at a strip club or something?" He muttered.

I opened my mouth to speak, but was interrupted when Ethan set down a plate in front of my dad. It was steak and vegetables, and I closed my eyes at how delicious it smelled.

When Ethan brought out two more plates, he sat down in the chair next to me, awkwardly close. He was doing it on purpose, just to get a rise out of my dad, and I wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die.

"So," My dad cleared his throat and sat up straighter. "Ethan. What do you do for a living?"

Ethan took a bite of his food before looking over at me. I slowly shook my head, which made him smirk and respond with the exact answer I didn't want.