Falling For My Exchange Brother | BOOK 1,2,3

4. Shut The Front Door!

"How was your day at school today, Arthur?" My dad asked, and I stuffed some fries in my mouth as Arthur smiled.

"Day was good. So many nice to me. I like." He nodded, eating his salad that he'd rather have than fast food. Freak.

"That is good! Did William help you around?" My mom asked, and I froze.

If he tells them about how I treated him I'll be in for it this time. Not that I expect him to be nice and tell them I did. But I don't have time to be getting in trouble.

"He help me out. He good friend." He said, smiling.

Making me snort, my parents looking at me.

"What's so funny?" Dad asked, and I shook my head.

"Nothing." They went back to talking to him and I was kinda surprised.

He just lied so easily to my parents face like it was nothing. Not only did he disobey me and say we were friends, but he lied to them like it was nothing.

I looked to him, and he looked at me as my parents were talking.

"Yes?" He said, and I rolled my eyes.

It's going to look so bad if I don't have a conversation with him at least.

"Have you ever tried anything besides healthy food?" I ask, and he grins.

"I try wine and cheese? Ooh! A chicken stuff inside duck stuff inside turkey?"

"What the hell? That doesn't even sound right." I say, and he smiles as he eats some more of his salad. Covering his mouth as he looked towards me.

"It good. Not the healthy thing, but good. Should try." He recommends, but I shake my head.

"I'll pass. But you drank wine before?"

"Yes. I'm allowed at young age. You?"

"Twenty something." I say, and he smiles.

"I sorry." I snort, actually agreeing with him about that one. You'd think I'd already tried alcohol and such. But only tiny sips my parents let me taste of some.

I go back to eating and when I look to my parents they have a satisfied expression. I sneer, making them laugh, looking away.

"Have you ever tried fries before?" I ask, and he cocks his head.

"Fries?"

I find myself grabbing one of mine, passing it to him as he grabs it. He stares at it, examining it like I poisoned it. But it is a waffle fry so.

We watch as he puts it in his mouth, chewing slowly. Looking at me, but slowly his eyes divert to my fries. I smirk, grabbing my fries as I show them.

"Want some more?"

He smiles, grabbing some and putting them beside his salad.

"I never had such before. It good!" He claimed, my parents laughing and I just chuckled.

Okay, I don't know what's wrong with me. But I'm actually not having a bad time at dinner.

Like I said before, he must have horrible short term memory. He acts like everything I do to him, is out his mind like it never happened.

But that glare...I won't forget that.

You know how there are those glared that your parents give you sometimes? Like some of them traumatize you and it's like, I won't do that thing again. I don't want that deadly glare!