"I don't like this." Bucky murmured for the seventeenth time of the car trip as I slowly pulled the car into the neighborhood I had lived in my entire life.
"Bucky." I said through gritted teeth. My nerves were already shot, especially now that I was feet away from my house. I had told my parents that I was bringing my 'boyfriends' to meet them. Yes, boyfriends with an s at the end, which had led to a slew of questions that I didn't know how to answer.
My mom, I wasn't to worried about. I already knew her reaction was not going to be a pleasant one. Our family was made up of devout Christians and I was pretty sure that my choice of men wasn't going to be accepted easily, if at all.
My dad on the other hand. . . I was going to hate disappointing him.
"Elizabeth. . ." Steve trailed off and then said, "You. . . I mean we can catch a plane back to New York."
"Damnit you two." I growled as I pulled up in the driveway, parking it angrily. "Give me a little bit of confidence that this is going to go well. That would be a lot better."
A text pinged on my phone as I sat there in the car. It was from Loki and it read
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I took a deep breath and then got out of the car. Steve and Bucky got out with me, helping me with the suitcases and we walked up to the door.
The house was a two story brick house with blue shutters and a matching door. A dead at the moment ornamental Japanese bush sat on one side of the sidewalk. Other dead plants lined the other side. It was definitely more beautiful in the spring and summer.
It must've snowed, because there were still salt crystals on the pavement, though not an inch of snow could be seen anywhere. The weather was also warmer, with the sun beating down on us.
I rang the doorbell, noticing the cute Christmas wreath on the front door.
I could hear the door inside creaking open at someone walked through and my brothers' face appeared in the glass window. He opened the door and said, "Hey."
"Hey." I replied back with a nervous smile. "Um, Paul, this is Steve and this is James."
"Hi." Paul nodded to them and then said, "Come on in. Moms' been going ballistic."
I cringed and then walked over the threshold, Bucky closing the door behind us. We moved into the living room, leaving the bags in the front hallway. My dad was sitting on the couch on the Laptop, looking at the Officer Tatum Report. He glanced over and said, "Hey Pumpkin."
Well that was a bonus.
"Hey dad." I said as he got up and came over, wrapping me in a huge hug, kissing the top of my head. Despite this feeling promising, I still waiting for his rebuke. I took the chance to introduce him however and he shook both of their hands silently, sizing them up.
I could hear footsteps on the stairs now and I tensed, anxiety threatening to eat me up from the inside out.
"Honey?" My mom called out before coming into view of the living room.
"Hey mom." I said hesitantly, smiling a little. She gave me a severe look, though she pulled me into a hug. I wondered if she could feel my heart fluttering like a hummingbirds against her breast.
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FanfictionElizabeth Silvertongue and Clementine Greenleaf have shown up to NYU, hoping for a normal school semester. What they are not expecting is to find their Professors attractive, nor to make friends other than each other, or even to find out the truth o...