You chewed the inside of your cheek nervously. Ezra glanced at you as he pulled into the driveway of his gigantic house-well parents house. Seriously, it must've had like 8 bedrooms. Ezra traced his thumb against the inside of your wrist.
"You OK?", he asked. You looked at your hoodie and jeans.
" I'm underdressed ", you mumbled.
" You look amazing! "
"You didn't tell me they were posh!", you said.
" They're not. They're crazy posh ", he said grinning. You hit his arm lightly.
" Ezra!"
"Why do you think I don't talk to them? My moms a total control freak. But I know you're going to be able to handle her Y/N. I'm only doing this because she begged to meet you", he said.
" Yeah, well don't be surprised if I go all Phoebe Buffay in there", you said and he grinned leaning over the car to kiss you cheek. You took a deep breath as ye got out of the car. Ezra knocked on the door, and you tapped your foot nervously. A freaking Butler opened the door.
"Mr Fitzgerald. Great to see you", he said in a drole voice. Mr Fitzgerald! Ha! He looked at you and held his hand out. You shook it. " How do you do?", he said. I blinked.
"How do I do what?", I asked. Ezra coughed.
" We're good Emmett ", he said, and I blushed furiously. Ezra put his hand on the small of my back and led me into the living room. It was just Ezra's mom and his brother. You smiled.
" Mrs Fitzgerald, its great to meet you, I'm Y/N", you said shaking her hand. She smiled.
"The pleasures all mine", she said. You looked at Ezras brother and smiled. " Wes", you said giving a small wave. You'd already met.
"y/n, would you like to help me in the kitchen?", Mrs Fitzgerald said. You nodded and followed her. " This looks delicious ", you smiled.
" Oh I expect you didn't know we were dining, or you wouldn't have worn that", she said. You blinked and decided to let it pass. "I'm going to cut to the chase. My son's a classy guy, and he needs a elegant lady. I'm willing to pay you if you back off", she said.
" You never change ". You both looked around to see a disgusted looking Ezra. Mrs Fitzgerald blinked. " Ezra she's not righ-'
"And how would you know?!"
"Ezra its fine", you said going over to him and holding his hand. " Mrs Fitzgerald, I love your son. I mightn't be rich, but so what? Oh, and You keep the money, you're gonna need it to fix your botched botox", you said, grabbing Ezra and walking out before you could see her reaction. When you got out, Ezra burst out laughing, and leaned his forehead against yours. "I love you too".
