Mine (A Connor Ball Love Story)

Meeting The Family!

           Unfortunately, we still had to travel by tour bus until the tour was over. But I was okay with that. It was fun hanging out with the guys, even though they're kind of loud. They were energetic, funny, and cool to be around. They accepted me more than anyone back home did, and I felt actually wanted. It was great, and I was excited to meet everyone here. By everyone I mean the boys' families and friends. I knew it was going to be a great experience. When the rest of the boys were off the plane, they were greeted with a crowd of fans, friends, and family. 

           "WELCOME HOME, VAMPS!!!!" They all yelled. The happiness got to me and I smiled widely. Everyone started running towards us and I knew I would get stuck in the middle of it so I backed far, far away from the boys. I was right. Everyone surrounded the boys with hugs, kisses, and pleas for autographs. It took a really long time, but eventually the boys and their families managed to make their way out of the mass of people and to the four cars that were waiting for them. Some security guards kind of hovered around the cars, making sure no fans got to the boys. Connor beckoned for me to come to him, and I walked all the way around the crowd (it was better than getting caught in it). When I got to one of the guards, he held his hand up.

           "I'm sorry miss, but I can't let you go any further." He didn't realize that I was with the boys. I looked to them for help and Connor told him that I was with them. The guard nodded and let me through. I went to Connor and stood by him, not knowing what to do. He led me to two adults who I was guessing were his parents.

           "Trixie, I would like you to meet my mom," he gestured to the woman, "and my dad." He gestured to the man. I shook both of their hands.

           "It's nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Ball." I was being as polite as I could. If I made a bad impression on them, I was doomed. They greeted me and I was introduced to the other boys' families. They were all really nice people and I was glad to meet all of them. Once the introductions were done, Connor took my hand and led me to the car. All the other boys got in their cars with their parents, and Connor took me in the car with him and his parents. We all drove to the same place, even though we were all in different cars. Probably best, I suppose, considering that there were thirteen of us. When we got to the rather large house, everyone piled out of their cars. 

            "Hey," I said, nudging Connor, "who's house is this?"

            "This is James' house," he said, and I must have looked nervous, because he encouraged me, "don't worry. Everyone here likes you. I can tell" He took my hand, and I felt reassured. We made our way to the house, where James' parents invited everyone in. As much as I wanted to look around, I didn't want to look nosy, so I stuck by Connor. But I was able to see the house anyways, because James took me on a tour. The last room he took me to was the dining room, where everyone was sitting down at a huge table. Connor sat down near the edge, and his parents sat across from him. He motioned for me to sit with him, and I shyly took my seat. Usually, I was really outgoing, but something about the situation made me hold back.

           "So, Trixie," Connor's mom said to me, "Connor has told us a lot about you." This made both Connor and I blush.

           "Don't worry, all good things." Connor's dad reassured me. I was starting to feel more comfortable. I smiled at them and they smiled back at me. Then they looked to Connor.

           "How was the US?" Mrs. Ball looked pretty excited. I guess she felt the same way about America as I did about the UK. Interested, excited, curious. 

           "Well, I absolutely love American accents. But I can't tell much about it. Ask Trixie." He looked at me, as well as his parents.

           "Well, umm... I don't know. America is... nice. Mostly, I think we're the laziest country." I sounded like a fool, but everyone seemed amused at my stuttering.

           "Tell us about American culture."

           "Oh, well," this was where paying attention in history class came in handy, "a lot of our culture is Western based, but we're also influenced by almost every other country. Britain included. We aren't the most posh country, I give that title to you guys. Most of the country is Christian. We're very integrated, and every language is spoken there. And we're known for being, well, fat and lazy." Nice job Trixie. You made the biggest idiot you possibly could have out of yourself. I looked at the people surrounding me, fearing the worst, but they all looked both interested and on the edge of laughter. I decided to break the silence.

           "'Murica?" I said it somewhat quietly and like a question. That was enough. Everyone burst out into laughter and I couldn't help but join them. We laughed for about three minutes and when it all died down, James' mom served us food. And not just any food. It was probably the most amazing looking fish with fries on the side. I immediately knew what it was called here in the UK. Fish and chips. Once everyone had their plates, James' parents told us to dig in. I took a bite of the fish, and it was like heaven on a plate. Making sure not to look like some weird American person, I ate slowly and carefully. I was still on "Good Impression" mode. I looked at Connor to see him savoring each fry like he had never eaten before.

          "Enjoying those fries?" I said after I swallowed a mouthful of fish. He looked at me curiously, then down at his food. Duh, Trixie, they call them chips!

          "I mean, chips?" I was embarrassed, and Connor looked it too.

          "I forgot that you call them something else. And yes, I am. They're my favorite food."

          "I know." I said automatically.

          "What? How? Have I told you before?"

          "I'm a superfan, remember?" I nudged him playfully, and he nudged back. Man, do I love Connor Ball.