Wonderous Blue

Meeting the Parents | Sleepover: Part 2/4

**GORE WARNING**

They seemed to be glaring at me, as if I killed someone. Guess Jack was right for warning me. This'll be an interesting dinner to say the least.

Jack's POV:
Mark and I have hardly been in the room for a few seconds before Ma and Father were glaring daggers at us, particularly Mark. It completely slipped my mind before that I haven't eaten dinner yet. Probably since we ate just a few hours ago.

"Who is this?" Father sternly asked with his thick Irish accent.

"This is Mark. Mark, this is Father and Ma. Father and Ma, Mark." I slowly introduced. "He will be accompanying me until dawn."

Mark swam up to them with a smile and shook their hands. They both reluctantly shook back. I could tell were both suspicious of him and probably pissed at me. They couldn't lash out at me right now obviously, they had a "reputation to uphold". Mark could tell others what happened if they did. That would be very damaging to them, indeed.

     I took the seat closest to my parents and sat down. Mark sat beside me, using good posture. I think he was trying to show my parents that he wasn't a bad kid. Oh god. This is like when the boyfriend meets the parents. Too bad that's not the real case.

    Ma and Father stood up and grabbed the warm white plates. I picked up one of my own, even though I wasn't that hungry. Mark tentatively followed my actions, taking a glance every few seconds at my parents. We all swam down the row of food, which seemed endless. It was uncomfortably quiet.

     I grabbed a small amount of food, so I wouldn't feel sick after eating so much. Mark had only a few pieces of shrimp on his plate. Ma and father had their usual amount of food. After seeing that everyone had their food, Father quickly double-clapped. Servants flooded the room, taking away the food. Any leftovers would be given to the homeless or local soup kitchens. It would have been a nice gesture, if only they weren't doing it for popularity. They told me so themselves, those cocky bastards. However, I much rather have it going there than the dump.

     Ma and Father started to slowly eat their food. I ate small pieces from my plate. Mark just swirled his fork around a piece of shrimp.

     "What's with that crab in your hair?" Ma spoke and glared up at Tiny Box Tim. Mark looked up from his plate.

     "Well Mrs. McLouglin, that's Tim. He likes it up there. I kind of let him do whatever he wants." Mark shifted around uncomfortably, giving a polite shrug. Tim began to nervously click and Mark whispered back to him, in an attempt to soothe him.

     "Reckless man-child," Ma muttered. I silently prayed that Mark didn't hear what she said, but, judging by the way his eyes lost some of their glimmer, I would assume that he did. He stopped talking to Tim and began to play around with his shrimp again.

"Where are you from? Clearly, you're new. I know every face around here," Father questioned. Immediately I jumped to action, worried Mark may give too much information.

"He came fr-" I was cut off.

"I didn't ask you, Seán." Father stared into Mark's eyes, probably to try to catch him in a lie. Weirdly enough, it's been proven that eye contact doesn't relate to lying. Bet he didn't know that. I could tell Mark was quickly thinking of a story.

"I came from... The... Florida Waters! Yeah! It was a dangerous trip. Lots of sharks and humans. I had to kill some to make it here." He explained, using wild gestures, like stabbing motions, wiggling fingers, and waving hands. I could tell that Ma and Father were impressed. Hell, I was impressed that he could make up a lie that fast.