What Will Become Of Us? [REMAKE]

[Chapter 10]

Chapter 10

Reader's POV

The two of us made our way downstairs and into the dining room. Finding our spots to sit down, Garte sat at the head of the table, on one side was Zianna, Vylad and Zane. On the other was Sylvanna, Aph and I. Garroth sat at the other end between Zane and I.

"Hahaha! Look at you Aphmau! You've grown so much!" Garte laughed.

Aphmau nervously laughed, "Hi Mr. Ro' Meave!"

"Please, call me Garte. That's what I've also asked Y/N to call me." Garte smiled.

"Yep!"

"Haha, I bet you girls have all the boys chasing you at school!" He chuckled.

"No! Do not give them any ideas! Aphmau is not boy-crazy at all and I'd like it to stay that way! I'm sure Y/N's mother would think the same!" Sylvanna shut-down.

"Right! Stay away from those boys that aren't mine!" Zianna joined in.

"Right, Zianna's boys know better than to get all kissy-lovey-dovey goo-goo-eyes!" Sylvanna agreed.

"Tell that to Garroth..." Zane muttered.

"What?" Garroth furrowed his brows at his younger brother.

"Zianna, is there anything to drink? I'm thirsty!" Garte asked.

"Not as thirsty as Garroth is apparently." Zane teases Garroth.

"...Zane..." Garroth growls.

"Ah, I forgot the water. I'll be right back! While I'm up, does anyone else want something to drink? I got this red drink that's totes the rage!" Zianna smiled, standing from her seat.

"I don't, but I'll help you get the rest of the food out of the oven, GIRL FRAN!" Sylvanna placed her napkin down, also standing to follow Zianna to the kitchen.

Aphmau shook her head in embarrassment at her mother's way of speaking.

"I bet Garroth would want a red drink in a small glass!" Zane snickered.

"Zane... Stop it." Garroth spoke through gritted teeth.

"Stop what Garroth? I'm just trying to help you out with your game." Zane smirked.

"I know what you're doing Zane and it's getting annoying" Garroth growled.

"Uh... hey, dad? Maybe you should tell Garroth and Zane to stop fighting?" Vylad asked his father to calm the situation before it escalated further.

The tension in the room was very thick, Garte however, was very oblivious to it.

"Hm? They're fighting? Well." Garte cleared his throat, switching to his authoritarian father voice. "Garroth! Zane! Stop-"

A phone's ring tone went off.

Garte quickly took his phone out from his pocket, "Ah shoot! This is about the beach house. One second, I need to take this call upstairs. Hopefully I can close this deal!" Garte speed away up the steps, leaving the five of us alone.

"All I'm saying Garroth, is that you have this horrible habit of flirting with girls and then not following through. How do we know this is any different?" Zane asked, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back in his chair.

"Zane. Stop. Now." Garroth fumed with anger as he growled once more.

"Temper. Temper! Fine, I'll stop. Heheheh, but before I do, maybe you'd like some of these mashed potatoes. They're small and cute just like you like them~"