chapter twelve; dinner

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Now that she was finally done with her homework, she could take her laptop upstairs and watch Teen Wolf. She was so curious, it wasn't normal anymore, especially when she had met half of the cast already. Especially seeing Dylan on screen playing someone else was probably going to be very weird and-...

Wow, obviously somebody didn't want her to have some time alone. It was her sister, knocking on the bedroom door, asking if she would like to go grocery shopping with her. Of course she would like to, Clara thought, sarcastically. She wasn't about to watch Teen Wolf or something.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to go alone and apparently Chris wants you to have dinner with us." There was a silence, a sigh and then a giggle. "He wants to meet Dylan."

"Oh, no!" she stood up instantly, opening the bedroom door to look her in the eyes. She wasn't sure what to think, her sister appeared to think the same but also found it a kind of funny. "What did he say?"

"He wanted him to ask him some questions."

"Oh, no!"  Now she understood why this was fun. Chris was going to act all over-protective and brotherly, just like in movies. But did he really have to do this so early? It's Friday, tomorrow it was Saturday. A week ago was the first time she met him at Ikea. This was madness. "Why?"

"Because he saw you two sitting in the car, late at night-..."

"It was 9 PM and I'm 20. I can decide whether I want to hang out with him until late or even stay the night-" She threw her hands in the air, shaking her head. She found it absolutely unbelievable and perhaps it wasn't even real.  They were just messing with her. Of course they were messing with her, she knew the two better than that. Chris may be strongly build and look very scary, but he is a total sweetheart. She let her arms fall down her sides, smiling as she shook her head again. "You're doing this to see me get worked up, right?"

"Yeah."

"But he's coming over, right?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be right down, if you let me tell him to be prepare himself," she grasped her phone from her desk, searching Dylan's in her contacts. She put the phone to her ear, waving at Sandra when she heard his voice on the other end of the line.

"What's up, Clara?"

"Do you have time to come over tonight?" she let out of giggle, excited  to tell him and hear his reaction. He always encouraged her to meet people, but he was as awkward and nervous around new people as her-... Alright, maybe she was more nervous than him, but... what if she now had to comfort him everything was going to be okay? "Chris, my sister's boyfriend, wants to meet you, so they thought we could have dinner at their home. He's a kind of protective, I guess, so since we're hanging out he wants to get to know you."

"Oh."

"Sounds like my reaction," she couldn't stop smiling, hearing his voice and knowing she was going to see him tonight. "But I'm sure everything's going to be fine. San isn't in love with him just because. Just relax, don't try too hard and be the perfect guy. He doesn't like perfect."

"It sounds like meeting the father."

"I don't have a father," she blurted out and then started to laugh. She shook her head at how stupid she was, but he would've got to know it eventually. How, she didn't know. But he would. Maybe he already assumed she didn't have one, she never talked about him.  "I don't know why this is so funny."

"Neither do I."

"But it's good you don't have to worry about the father," she bit her lip to stop laughing, which worked. She was such a weirdo. "And like I told you, you also don't have to worry about Chris."

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