What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Forty Six || Fantasizing

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I'm going to come out right now and tell the truth. I've walked through the doors of this place so many times and never have I ever felt as nervous as I do right now. The thing that makes this weird and completely out of the ordinary for me is that I don't get nervous. I don't get scared. The life that I had before I was adopted has made me this fearless and I can say that I am in no way some little bitch. Vena's family though? Well, they get a little weird and difficult when it comes to Vena having a boyfriend. Of course, it's not like this is my first time having to deal with their shit, but it certainly still is nerve racking, but I wouldn't let Vena know that I was feeling this way. If I did, then she'd get even more nervous than she is now and we'd both be a mess, so I'd like to steer clear of that.

"What? So, they're just straight up horrible people?" my mother questions me in the kitchen.

I shake my head and quickly glance through the window to make sure Vena and her family are all still sitting at the table. The last thing I need is her thinking that I am talking shit about her family. I can't even begin to imagine the amount of shit I would be in if she thought that.

"No, they are great people! It's just that one of her brothers can get a little lippy when it comes to me. He... has a very strong hatred for me," I try to explain to my mom, but 'strong hatred' doesn't even begin to describe the type of hate he has for me.

My mother gives me a look of disapprovement. "William!" she calls for my father who looks particularly busy behind the burners. "Hold on!" he shouts back.

In a kitchen so large, it's understandable that they are almost always communicating through shouting. My father gets someone else to take over for him and he walks over towards us.

"One of Vena's brother don't like James, do you have any idea at all why that might be?" my mother asks him, looking up at him.

Probably because of the things that I've done to his sister behind my bedroom door.

My father smiles a little at her, "Well, he can be a dick, you know."

My mother's eyes widen, "William!" he hits at his chest. "Honey, you're not an asshole," my mother tries to reassure me but, even I know that that is the truth. In this case, though? Not even close. I didn't do a damn to him to deserve the way he talks to me.

"Actually, it's kind of true, Mom. Although, I can assure you that I didn't do anything to deserve it from him," I explain to them.

My Father steps around me and looks through the window, "So, they're out there then?"

I nod even through it's evident that he can't see me. "Yeah, all eight of them."

He clicks his tongue, "Well, I say good luck to you."

I nod. Yeah, I'm going to need it too.

I push open the swinging doors and make way to that stupid table. To begin with, I put this dinner together in order to change her families ideas. I mean, apparently, I am being a possessive boyfriend who refuses to let them see Vena, but really, Vena is absolutely terrible at keeping in touch with them. I really should write her a sticky note saying that she needs to call her mom at least once a week and stick that fucker to the fridge. Maybe if I had done this earlier then maybe I wouldn't be stuck in this shitty ass situation.

As I walk towards them, the only thing that it really keeping me from not turning around is the smile on Vena and her mother's face. As I get to the table, I watch as most of her brothers are looking at the menu, even Orlando. Perhaps, if there is some food in the monster, then he might actually get his head out his ass.