I Hate you More Than Tacos on Thursday

7: I Meet the Sister I Insulted

"So... this is it." Adam says hesitantly as we pull up to his house. 

All I can do is marvel at it's beauty, jaw hanging open. His house was huge, like a mansion. It looked like it was made out of a fairytale. The walls were all beige stone, intricate designs twirling up the sides. I had to look up to view the entire house. 

"James?" Adam asks in a concerned tone, putting his hand on my shoulder. 

"T-this is really your house?" I ask, not being able to help my stutter. Now I was even more afraid of having to impress his parents. 

"Don't look so scared, it's just a house. A little too large for my liking, sure, but it's fine." He says, trying to reassure me. 

"I mean- it's not that, just if your house is like, well, this then how will I ever be able to impress your parents?" 

"Trust me, you won't have to impress my parents." Adam says, walking up the the front door and unlocking it. 

I quickly follow him up the steps and walk inside, staying behind him the entire time. 

"Adam? That you?" A deep male voice asks from somewhere in the house, echoing off the walls. He has a country accent that I guess he never quite got rid of. 

I presume it's his father and fold into myself a bit, pressing against Adam's back. He chuckles, and I feel the vibrations as his body emits the sound. 

"Yeah!" He yells, walking into the the kitchen. It's huge and extravagant. There's a lot of space, filled with pots and pans and plenty of room to create almost anything. 

It's like stepping into heaven. 

"How was school?" The same voice asks, and I peek out from under Adam's arm to get a look at him, curiosity piquing.

He looks fairly young- late twenties or early thirties with black hair like Adam's, but his eyes are a pale green. He has a little stubble, but nothing too extravagant. 

"Fine. It was the same as always." Adam responds, shrugging. 

"And who's this?" The man asks, gesturing towards me, smiling crookedly. 

I blush, shying away. 

Adam rolls his eyes and guides me in front of him. "This is James. He usually isn't this shy, but, well, he was a little nervous about having to impress you." He says, chuckling lightly.

"If I had to impress your Uncle Jasper, I would be nervous too." Says a different voice, and I watch as a man around the same age as who I know know as Jasper, walks into the kitchen. He has brown hair and stormy blue eyes, but they shine kindly in the light. "Hi James," he says, holding out his hand for me to shake. I take it hesitantly. "I'm Adam's uncle, Carter. And this is my husband, Jasper. We're Adam and Adelaide's parents... for all intents and purposes."

"Nice to meet you." I say, smiling. I don't know why I was so nervous, they seem nice. Although, Jasper still scared me a bit. He was probably over six feet tall and I was only five foot nine. I look back to see Adam smiling at me and I give him a questioning glance, but he says nothing. 

"So I hear you're tutoring Adam." Carter says, pushing Jasper away from the counter after grabbing some carrots from the fridge. 

"This is abuse." Jasper says, straightening out his shirt and glaring at Carter. 

"Quit crying. You told me you were fine when I punched you in the face all those years ago." Carter says, waving his knife at his husband. 

"Yeah well, that was different."