A Match Made in Hell

13

"Ready?" I ask him as I stop the car. He's looking up and down the tall building with tinted black windows.

He swallows the lump in his throat, inhales deeply and looks me in my eyes. "Yeah, yeah I think I'm ready."

He reaches out for the door handle, but I immediately pull him back.

"Wait— just, before we go—"

He freezes in his spot, looking into my eyes in fright. God, I felt sort of bad for doing this to him, but I wanted him to meet my friends. I knew they would love him.

"Can we not," I exhale. "Jump into conclusions about your family? Not for now, atleast."

He stares at me like he's seen a ghost, like he's too afraid to move. I almost started tearing up because I knew I had messed up.

"You think they're going to do something to me, aren't you?" He chuckles. "What, you're scared they'll kill me or something?"

I stare back, not knowing what to say. I genuinely have no idea what they'd think about this, but I was just looking out for him.

I hold out my hand for him to take which he does, j place my other hand on top of his. "Listen, baby,
I—" I pause. "I doubt they'd ever hurt you, but I'm just trying to look out for you."

"We started dating less than 24 hours ago." He chuckles, his hand squeezing mine tightly. I don't like that he's ignoring the situation, but atleast he doesn't let it get to him. It's not his fault he grew up with a bunch of sociopaths.

"I started dating you because I cared about you." I shrug. "That's how dating works. I like you, and I want to look out for you."

He smiles in response, letting go of my hands and stepping out of the car without another word. I wasn't expecting him to say it back, but I was expecting him to acknowledge it.

I step out the second he does so, walking up to him and holding my arm out, he instantly takes the hint and wraps his arm around mine with a smile.

"You ready?" I ask him, kissing the top of his head.

He lets out a sigh of relief, and pushes the door open before answering me. "Yeah, I'm ready. I think I'm ready."

He pushes the glass door open to reveal a long hall infront of us, doors to lots of rooms, a bar right around the corner and a bunch of people wandering around in the halls.

"Mornin', boss." A kid mutters as he smiles and walks down the haul to the restroom. I nod in response and Karl just blushes in embarrassment, I chuckle at him.

"This is—" he froze. "Odd."

"Might as-well get used to it. They will start calling you their boss in a few days, too." I smirk at him. It was true, he was my boyfriend, so he was their boss, too.

"What?!" He whisper-yelled as we stepped into the elevator, the mirrors surrounding us in every angle.

I notice his breath picking up and glance at him just to find him looking around and staring at himself in the mirror nervously.

"Karl." I whisper, tilting my head to the side.

'Hm?' He hums in response, avoiding eye contact and turning away to face the mirror on his left. Gosh, why was he so nervous?

I laugh. "You're gonna be alright, seriously, baby. They're going to love you, they will treat you like a best friend from now on.

"If I cry and run out it's your fault." He buries his face in my chest.

I scoff as I ruffle his hair. He scolds me for ruining and mocking him, smacking me lightly on the arm.

He's fixing his hair as we walk into the room. Everyone is here. George, Dream, Quackity, Tina, punz, foolish, that wilbur kid, everyone you can name.