dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Meet The Parents

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Meet The Parents.

I tugged my jacket a little tighter around me. It was nearing the end of November now, winter was around the corner. The hum of Vic's Chevy engine calmed me, as I sat cross legged in the passenger side. I resting my elbow on the edge of the window, supporting my head with my hand. I turned my head a bit, to look at Vic, who was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, whistling quietly. I saw him glance in the corner of his eyes, and his whistling halted, he lips forming a smile instead. Keeping his eyes on the road, he smirked.

"What?" I light tapped his thigh with my foot, careful not to disrupt his driving.

"Are you going to tell me where we are going?" I asked, lazily smiling back at him. He licked his lips, his white teeth showed as his smile grew.

"You'll see." I groaned, bumping my head against the window. He was lucky I wasn't a girl who gets feisty about surprises, but I have had to live with an older my brother my whole life. The surprises I'm used to aren't all that nice.

"Do I get a clue?" The vibrations of the car against the back of my head, as I laid my head against the window, were making my teeth rattle. He shook his head.

"Nope. You are going to have to sit there in torture until we get there." He teased, seeming very pleased with himself.

"As long as its not swimming, I don't mind." I replied, looking out the window.

"Why? Can you not swim?" It was a genuine questioned.

"No, I can swim fine, it's just, uhh, it's freezing and I didn't bring bathers or anything." They weren't lies, but they are excuses. He doesn't need to know my monthly friend has come around. He seemed perfectly at ease two nighs ago having a movie marathon. He assumed the amounts of chocolate and ice cream were just me being a pig, and the hot water bottle was because I was cold.

He took my answer, simply nodding his head. "Well, don't worry. There is no swimming involved." I felt myself relax a little, one worry flew out the window. The car trip wasn't too long, but the car was warm and I didn't really wanna leave it. We pulled in front of a cute little classic suburban house. Vic pulled the car into park, as I stared at him. He turned to me, expecting my gaze. He gestured to the house in front of him.

"Welcome, to the house I grew up in." My eyes widened. This was his house? Like, the house he originally lived in before he moved in with Jaime. That means, his parents are here. He's taking me to meet his parents. My throat went a little dry. Don't get me wrong, I want to desperately meet them. Congratulate them on making a perfect specimen, but I have doubts any girlfriend has meeting her boyfriends parents. Will they like me? Vic reached over and grasped my hand. He pulled it up to his mouth, kissing the back of it.

"They'll love you, don't worry. This visit isn't even based around meeting you. I decided to drop in and bring you with me. Mama will crack a huge fuss, and get angry that I didn't tell her we had guests, but she'll still be delighted." He kissed my hand once more, before letting it go. I took in a deep breath. I'll be fine. I know it. If they're the ones that Vic gets all his traits from, I'm sure they're magnificent. I huffed, unclipping my seatbelt.

"A word of warning would have been nice." I grumbled, reaching for the door handle.

"Are you mad?" I opened the door, looking back at him in the car.

"I couldn't be mad at you." I sighed, getting out of the car. Vic met me halfway, twisting our hands together. He lead me up to the door, and just pushed it open.

"Mama? Papa?" He called out, pulling me into the house. I looked at the walls to see old pictures. My eyes widened at one if a teenaged boy, in a tux with his hair parted in the middle. I gasped.