Once In A Lifetime (A Scott Hoying Fanfic)

Chapter Thirteen: Meeting the Family

I adjusted my shirt in the mirror. It just wasn't right! I groaned and threw off my shirt and grabbed another. My mother would judge my success on what I was wearing. While she was expecting suits and skin-tight dresses, I was going in a shirt and jeans with comfortable shoes.

Scott showed up an hour later after my wardrobe malfunction. He was in a shirt and jeans, like I was. I stressed to him over the phone to wear something casual, don't go overboard.

His usual smile was on his face as he pulled me in for a hug. "Are you sure I shouldn't have worn something more formal? There's still time for me to change --"

"No. Don't change for my parents. I like you like this. Jeans and a t-shirt," I reassured with a smile. Scott nodded reluctantly. "It's just -- I want to make a good impression."

"And you will, just be yourself." I stood on the tips of my toes to kiss him on the cheek. He laughed as my lips brushed his stubble. "If you say so. I'm prepared to throw you under the bus if your father is in a tuxedo and your mother is in a gown. Maybe I should pack an extra pair of clothes ..." He turned away from me and jogged to his car. "Scott!" He smiled and held out a bag. "Looks like I already did! Put a dress and shoes in here." He jogged back and held the bag out towards me. "Do it, or I'll pick one out myself."

I crossed my arms and huffed. Scott stalked to my room, leaving me to wonder how he even knew where my room was.

When I was walking into my room I stopped at the doorway. I leaned against the frame of the door and watched Scott fold clothing into a bag. I watched him with a smile on my face. I was thrown into the future, different scenarios whirling through my head. Scott being there, or Scott was gone.

He looked up to see me. "Chels? Are you okay?" He left the dress half folded, lying across the bed.

He placed his arms around me, that's when I realized I was crying. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I got so emotional." He smiled gently and pulled away. "We'd better get going." He finished folding the dress and threw in some matching colored flats.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the house in a hurry.

Scott insisted on driving, so I gave him directions and memorized the way to the house. When he made a wrong turn I told him a few minutes after, just to tick him off.

Soon, we were nearing the ten minute mark. "No more games. I don't want being late to be my first impression."

We went the correct ways and had three minutes to spare. We walked hand in hand to the door. He knocked and then words flew out of my mouth. "Scott. I want you to know that if my parents don't like you--"

"Don't start this now. I'm nervous enough."

"No, I was just going to say, whatever they think of you won't influence how I feel about you. Because I lo--" I cut myself off with wide eyes. Scott chuckled quietly. He kissed my forehead. "Well, I l--" The door opened swiftly and startled him. My father was still in his pajamas. "Told you we weren't underdressed."

"Were you about to tell her you love her?"

"No, I --"

"Chelsea! How long have you known this man?"

"Over a month?"

"Already? He's already telling you he loves you?" He turned to Scott. "Have you kissed her yet?"

"Once."

"Before or during dating?"

"Before, she just got out of a bad relationship--" I winced. Wrong answer.

"Oh. I see. So you're taking advantage of my daughter?"

"It's not like that!"

"Charles! Stop harassing the damn kids and come help me!" He stepped aside and Scott pushed me in. My mother was in her pearls and her dress was expensive. Scott glanced at me. She caught sight of me and grimaced. "Did you just come off the streets? You look like crap."

"I need to go get something out of the car. Chelsea... Come with me."

"It'll be s second."

"No, go on. I'll be here darling." Scott dragged me outside. "I told you we needed to change. Come on." He grabbed the bag out of the car and dragged me to a bush. "Change," he demanded. He began pushing his shirt off. I turned away with crimson cheeks and pulled my shirt off, hiding myself behind his torso. He slipped the dress shirt over his head and buttoned it. I slipped the dress over my body and pulled on the flats. Overall he had good taste in my clothing. I brushed my fingers through my hair as he was buckling his trousers. He smiled at me and adjusted his blazer. It was a red velvet color. I kissed his cheek and pulled him into the house. My mother looked at us, surprised. "Oh darling, that is so much better. I won't ask where you changed, but your father will."

She began to set the table. "So your family is rich?" I nodded. "They won the lottery awhile ago. My mom kicked me out when I graduated and I lived with Carmen for awhile. Then I started making videos and everything sort of fell into place."

"Its a good thing you won the lottery then. If not, I probably wouldn't be here with you right now. And I would rather be here than anywhere else."

"Aw!" My mother erupted into a chorus of sobbing and gushing over our 'cuteness'.

My father was now in a suit. He grunted as he moved past Scott. My mother was laying food on plates. Some were larger serving sizes and others were small.

My father grabbed a plate and my mother gestured for Scott to go next. He did and picked the next biggest plate. I followed with the medium sized plate, knowing my mother would want the smallest.

She sat next to Scott, which left the seat beside my father open. I huffed quietly and put my plate down. Scott gave me a worried look.

We ate quietly until Scott asked, "If you don't mind me asking, what is this?"

My mother named off various kinds of expensive meats and vegetables I'd never heard of. My father only grunted when Scott asked him a question.

Everyone set down their forks and Scott offered to collect the plates.

"I don't know what you see in him," my father said after he left. "Well its a good thing he's my boyfriend and not yours. Besides, why are you suddenly interested in my life?"

"Dear, we've always been interested in your life. We just haven't had time to contact you." I rolled my eyes. "Well I'm happy, so please keep your very detailed opinions to yourself." Scott sat at the table just as my dad said, "He's a pig like all the rest. He only wants you for sex. When he breaks your heart after getting what he wants don't come crying to me." My mother kicked her husband under the table. "Charlie!" she warned.

I got up and threw my napkin on the table. "Screw this. I'm not going to sit here and listen to you insult my boyfriend. If he makes me happy then he should make you happy. We're leaving." I grabbed Scott's sleeve. But he didn't budge from the table. He only got up from the table and calmly pulled me into his arms. "Thank you for the dinner Susan. I don't know how I will gain your trust with your daughter, but I will find a way. I will walk to the ends of the earth to make your family happy. I hope you will accept me soon, if not now." My father got up and towered over him. "You better," were the only words that left his lips before I pulled Scott out of the house.

"Your family seems nice."

"I'm surprised all hell didn't break loose," I said honestly. A crash of glass sounded behind us. The door was still open and a plate clattered on the floor into pieces.

"Now it has," I giggled, pulling him to the car.