Maybe It's Not So Bad

Chapter 2: The Meeting

“Nick, honey, ‘’ My Dad says, putting down the knife in the sink he was chopping carrots with, ‘’why don’t you go meet the neighbors?”. We had been living here for about a couple of weeks and had just settled in. Queen Rebbeka had told us why she took us. Although she and her guards were mean at first, they softened up. She wanted a community that wasn’t corrupted like the rest of the world. He glances at my Papa, and then back to me, and back to Papa. I knew what that was indicating, they've done it before, “Ew, gross. I guess I’ll go meet the neighbors.’’ Why do they always get so lovey-dovey on me? ‘’ Thank you, Nick, and take this care package with you’’, my Dad yells as Papa drags him to the bedroom. I grab the package, and I’m on my way. The walk was very short, maybe three minutes. I brace myself to knock on the door, and just as I’m about to, the door suddenly opens and I almost hit the person in the face. “OH MY GOD, I AM SO SORRY”
“NO, I’M SORRY I ALMOST HIT YOU IN THE FACE’’, then a sudden burst of giggles erupted from the boy, and another voice? “Oh my god Karl, you can’t just open the door when someone is about to knock! Don’t worry he does this to me all the time,” a brunette boy says moving out from behind Karl. “I'm George by the way, yours?”
“What?”
“Oh, um, he means your name” Karl chaps in.
“Oh, ok, my name is Nick.
“That's basic”
“GEORGE, sorry about him”
“Oh don’t worry about it,” I laugh it off. Like George is any better. Sounds like a fifty-year-old white man.
“Well, are you gonna come in?” George asks in quiet a thick British accent.
“Oh, um, yeah, and here my Dad made this for you and your family,” I say hoping he won’t ask why, or why my Dad made it and not my mom.
“Oh, why thank you and your dad,’’ Karl says as he takes the basket from my hands and sets it on the counter.“Do you have a mum?”
“George! You can’t ask that! Sorry ‘bout him,” Karl said and gave an apologetic smile.
“No it’s okay, I have two dads,” I was ready to get the door slammed in my face, but to my surprise, George spoke up. “No way, we do too!”
“I think our parents should meet up sometime,’’ another voice comes from behind me. I turn around and see this tall man. He almost looked like a slender man, the man he scared me so bad I jumped. “Don’t be scared,” he said. Pshh, yeah, like that made me feel any better.
“Uhm, who is he?” I ponder, his dad maybe.
“Oh that's Mark, he’s a very good kid,” Karl speaks as he pats his back
“Our younger brother,” George chimes in with a snarky tone and popping his hip out
“Oh, hello” Sapnap speaks and tries to make eye contact with him. But Mark quickly averts his eyes away and to the ground. “Yeah, he doesn’t make very much eye contact, but you’ll get used to it, or whatever, if you don’t, get over it,”
“Okay, I promise to be nice to your brother”
“Good,” all of a sudden another two men walk through the door I assumed to be their dads.
“Oh, hullo”, his voice sweet like honey, welcoming me into their home. The other, the much taller man gave a small wave. “I’m Ponk and this is my husband, Sam”
“Hello,” I said back and offered a small wave back to the other man. The family and Nick talked until sunset.