Blackmailed ( Martin Garrix Fanfiction )

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"So, Martin, tell us about yourself,"

The number one typical question people ask when they have a dinner guest. Of course it was none other than Ryan asking this one, raising his wine glass with his usual smirk, arm resting on the back of Kylie's chair.
Ryan.
He was a weird fella, that Ryan.

Martin had all the attention, he received tons of questions at the same time and he barely had any time to eat what was on his plate. I couldn't complain, though, because he seemed go be getting along with my family.
I was nibbling on my piece of bread silently in a corner, staring at Martin with dreamy eyes and a grin going from ear to ear. He talked about his career as a DJ, and what inspired him and what gave him the motivation to become what he has always dreamed of becoming.
He sometimes laid eyes on me in between sentences, and he didn't need any word to communicate with me. I really loved this part of Martin; his eyes.
They could speak louder than mouths could and his expression was soft and calming. It was reassuring and felt like home.

I turned my attention to Martin, after having zoned out a few moments and caught a glimpse of the comversation.

"But you're only 19 right? It must be hard sometimes, being that busy all the time. Do you sometimes feel like you miss out on things  regular people your age get to do or have?" Kylie asked, surprisingly sounding interested.

He inhaled and looked down for less than a second before looking up at Kylie, scratching the back of his neck, "You know, not so much," he simply replied with a grin.

"I mean, I have things in my life and people who keep me from feeling like I'm missing out on anything," he then explained, slightly looking down at the table, smiling, as if lost in pleasant thoughts.
He suddenly glanced at me, "People who make me feel lucky to be in the position I'm in and who make it all worth it in the end,"

I smiled back at him, feeling my heart skip a few beats and my cheeks become warmer as I tried to restrain myself from smiling like an idiot.
I loved spending time with him. I had to enjoy every single second because I would be returning to school right after Ultra until spring break and then go back to finish the year. Of course other festivals like Coachella would make me miss a couple of days, or perhaps a couple of weeks, but I'm a straight A student. Therefore it wasn't that bad.

My mom came back a few moments later with dessert, and the smell of chocolate filled my nostrils, making me hungry. If there's anything to know about me is that food surpasses pretty much anything.
A chocolate cake, and a pan filled with creme brulée were displayed on our dinner table, and I glued my stare on the centre of the table, craving the taste of sugar in my mouth. Spring break was coming and I needed my summer bod to be on fleek, but try winning against cake. It's impossible.
While I was debating against myself as to whether I could have two slices or not, I could my mom's eyes on me, then on Martin.

I looked up at her and she was staring right at Martin with that suspicious smile of hers that meant she had something to say.

I pressed my lips together, unsure of the what I was about to witness, I was practically 100% sure my mom had something bad to say. It was practically written on her face.

She opened her mouth to speak and I slowly ate my slice of chocolate cake, watching.

"Martin, what do you want to do after you're done partying?"

There we go.

I rolled my eyes and tried to warn her with my eyes but she wouldn't look at me.

"I mean, after you're done being a DJ, what do you plan on doing with your life?" she asked, noticing that Martin seemed confused.

"Nothing. I want to keep doing what I love for as long as I can,"