Step Brother

Well You're Not Exactly My Father

EDITED

Morgan's POV

When the doorbell rings I become extremely happy. Tommy is here!

I run to the door, pushing Andrew out of the way, to which he mumbles an "excuse you", and open the door as quickly as I can. There I see just the guy I was expecting.

"Tommy!" I squeal as he comes in, picking me up and twirling the two of us around. I laugh and close my eyes until he sets me back down onto the ground.

Me and Tommy have gotten extremely close over the past few weeks and although we are not exactly dating, we are close to it.

The sound of my mother's voice from behind me scares me and I turn to look at her. "It's nice that you were able to join us tonight for dinner, honey," she says to Tommy and he shakes her hand, which ends in her pulling him in for a hug. They break apart and Tommy has a big smile on his face. It's like he could be part of the family.

"Well dinner is already set up," my mother tells all of us, excluding Luke who must still be up in his room. He's not thrilled over me and Tommy. Andrew yells for his son as the four of us sit at the dining room table; me and Tommy next to each other, my mother at the head to my left, and Andrew and Luke who would soon take a seat next to him.

In a few seconds, there Luke is, sitting next to his father, a bored expression on his face.

I look before me at all the food my mother has prepared for tonight. I have to admit, I was surprised when she asked me to invite Tommy over to dinner tonight, but I guess it could be to get to know the boy her daughter has been hanging around with lately.

"So," my mom begins as she gets some turkey, passing it to me when she is finished, "how old are you Tommy?"

"I'm actually 21," he tells her, his voice filling the room and my ears. I hand him the turkey.

My mom's smile falters a bit and I believe I am the only one who notices. "Oh. And what do you work as exactly?"

"A bartender," he answers. "I work at a club called Dirty Dancing downtown."

"I've heard of that place," Andrew says, taking the turkey from Luke's hands. "Now I can't say I approve of Morgan hanging around a 21 year old bartender."

I say, "Well you're not exactly my father. I'm 18 anyways and your approval is not needed."

"Morgan," my mom warns me and I shrug my shoulders, slabbing some mashed potatoes on my plate next to my turkey before passing it to Tommy beside me. When he finishes, I feel him squeeze my thigh, the one closest to him. I look at his face and he smiles, causing me to smile back.

And then I glimpse over at Luke, the person that has not said one word. The only thing he has on his plate is turkey, and when Tommy hands over the mashed potatoes to him, he simply takes it and gives it to his dad. Am I the only one noticing this?

I look away when I hear my mom ask Tommy another question, and that is exactly as the evening continues on.