Walking Sins (BoyxBoy)

The Kiss That Changed Everything

Oh well, this is Dylan^^

When I arrived at Allison's house Saturday afternoon, I didn't know what to expect. I had seen her father at work, had a pleasant conversation (for the most part unknowingly), and wasn't sure how he would act around me. I know my dad would probably turn all macho man and glare and ruthlessly question Sassie's hypothetical boyfriend; would Allison's dad do the same?

I was also fretting over how I would refer to him. Sir? Mister-Perez? Adrian? Adrian seemed too personal, too intimate considering he was soon to know just who I was.

'Hi, nice to meet you, Sir. Oh please don't glare, I know all your secrets Mister chill dude.'

I snickered to myself and pressed on the doorbell like I had almost every weekday for the past two weeks. I heard the thudding of Allison's feet, and heard the click in the door while she unlocked it.

I grinned at her appearance; messy apron, tied back hair, deep dimples. "You cook?"

Allison pulled a face, "I wouldn't say that... Dylan just uses me to cut vegetables."

I laughed and leant in, pecking her on the cheek - avoiding her lips because if anything anyone had told me was true, I should be on my best behavior tonight.

She led me through the familiar house and into the kitchen where Dylan rearranged things in the oven. "Performing you wifely duties?" I chuckled as he turned his playful glare towards me.

"I'm making sure dinner's good so you'll be the only thing ruining Dad's night."

I felt my face drop, watching him laugh heartily at me reaction. Allison whacked her brother on the arm and continued cutting up the vegetables on the counter.

"Anything I can help with?"

Dylan gave me a sceptical look, "You don't look like a cooking type..."

I sighed, giving a forced smile, "I can make a mean spaghetti?"

I looked at Allison and grinned when she started laughing, soon followed by her tight-ass of a brother. I felt good. Felt comfortable enough that I wasn't making a total fuckery out of everything.

I heard the front door open, found my laughter stopping while theirs continued. Heavy footsteps seemed louder than Allison and Dylan's dying out laughter, and I found myself attempting to focus on the simple fact that I had already met him.

Albeit, he was being friendly and had no idea I was the teenage idiot dating his daughter, and I gave him coffee. Maybe I could win him over with the coffee. I was unnaturally good at making it, perhaps that shitty skill would be my saving grace.

He rounded the corner and his eyes fell on me as though I was the elephant in the room (if Sassie was here I would definitlely be regarded as such). His lips pursed together as realisation struck. His eyes were narrow, beard still salt and pepper, but somehow ominous in its own way. What was he thinking?

Oh it's fake manager coffee maker. My daughter's dating a liar.

I stuck my hand out, felt him grab it and squeeze tight. Like with his son, I squeezed just as hard. "Justin, it's nice to meet you, Sir."

He was not impressed by the quality of my handshake. He dismissed my greeting, looking like a dog that was told to fetch a dirty, old, stranger's shoe. Distasteful.

"What's for dinner?" I looked around at the other two in the room, Allison was holding a conversation with her dad easily, and I sent a pleading look to Dylan.