Don't You Hear My Call?

Me, You and Sidney

Brian's POV

"My parents house?!"

Roger was starting to breath heavily and beginning to hyperventilate. I pulled the car over for safety and turned to him.

"Roger, it's now or later. The longer we wait, the worse the situation will get. I already called them and they know that we're coming over for supper. They are so excited to see you after so long!"

Roger didn't look at me as a talked. I knew he would be mad, but if I told him we were going to meet his parents, he wouldn't have gone. He would've made a thousand excuses as to why he couldn't go.

"C'mon Roggie, we'll get it over with and be mature about it" I said as I pulled the car back onto the street. Roger just looked out the window and spent the rest of the ride in complete silence.

Soon we got to Roger's childhood home. His parents didn't live too far away from London, so it was a relatively short ride.

We entered the driveway of Roger's parents house. It was a small colonial home, white bricks and navy blue shutters. The door was burgundy and there were rose bushes in the front yard by the small white picket gate.

"We're here darling." I tapped Roger's knee and he grumbled in discomfort. I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car. I went to the other side of the car to open the door for the reluctant Roger.

"We've got to see them some time, honey. There're excited to see you!" I pulled Roger up from his seat and he walked slowly with me to the door. I knocked on it three times before hearing the sound of feet coming towards the door.

The cherry door opened and we were greeted by Roger's wonderful mum, Winifred.

"Roger! We've been waiting all day to see you. And you too Brian. Come in both of you!"

Roger and I stepped inside the lovely home. The decor was simple and beautiful. The walls were lined with old photos of Roger, his parents, and his little sister Clare.

"Welcome in" Roger's dad, Michael, shook my hand and gave Roger a pat on the shoulder. Rog still hadn't said anything since we walked in. Just gave his parents little forced smiles.

"Thank you so much for having us for dinner" I said. Winifred took mine and Roger's coats and hung them on the rack. "Nonsense", she said, "We love having you guys here. So great that Roger brings his friends over."

We were led into the living room, Michael and Winifred poured us some glasses of wine and we cheersed them together.

"To good friends and good food" Micheal grinned. Roger smiled stiffly and drank. His mother told us dinner would be ready in just a minute. We helped set the table and sat down for dinner. Roger sat next to me, across from his mom. His father sat across from me.

Soon, his mother came out with the supper. She had made squash soup, garden salad and homemade bread. The bowls were filled and we all sat down.

"This looks lovely, Mrs. Taylor" I said. "Oh I remember how you're a vegetarian, Brian. And please, call me Winifred." She smiled warmly at me and grasped Roger's hand.

"Let's say grace, shall we?"

We all held hands and repeated a thanks around the food. Roger mumbled it softly, squeezing my hand nervously during the prayer.

I sipped the soup and hummed in happiness. "This is delicious Winifred. Wouldn't you say Rog?" I looked over to my boyfriend for a response. "It is."

"Are you feeling alright darling?" Roger's mum asked him. His father stopped eating and looked up at him as well. Roger brushed his hair out of his face. "Just feeling a little unwell." He said.