I Was Broken, Until I Met You (Completed)

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"Come on, baby. We are late already." I whined again for the millionth time. Kevin was super slow. I wanted us to get going already, but he was slowly taking his time.

"Sweetheart, I know how much you hate being late, but my parents won't care. I bet they thinking of so many ways to ditch this dinner."

"Kev, just make it snappy okay." he doesn't understand that I wanted to make a good first impression. If I wanted them to like me at all, I had to make good impressions. I don't want them to hate me on first encounter, that'll suck.

Finally Kevin was done, and already out the door. Making his way to the car with our bags.

After a few months of dating, we decided to stay at my place since the house was as big as The White House--okay maybe I'm exaggerating a bit but fuck, the house was huge--and Kevin didn't want to share a dorm with someone who reek cow's piss, he was still hellbent on that too. And he didn't want to live at his parent's house.

The situation hasn't toned down in a bit, his parents were still fighting, but at least the idea of divorce and forcing Kevin to choose between them was put to the side. They even renewed their vows not long ago.

Talk about drama.

So, as I watched my handsome boyfriend drive us out of our comfort zone, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen when we got there.

Kevin still hasn't told them about his status, and as much as I hated the situation he was going to put his clueless parents in, I also hated myself a little for being part of that.

See Kevin just wanted to dump the whole thing to his parents faces. And he knew how much I hated it, but he just could not  listen. I couldn't care less because they are his parents. But there are still human beings so I kinda feel sorry for them. A little.

The drive from my place to Kevin's place was not far. Only one hour drive. Kevin turned up the radio, and absentmindedly hummed to the song.

He was in a mood, completely ignoring my existence. Can't blame him though, his parents are quite something. They are the kind of people, who would blame themselves for everything that happens in their children's life. It's understandable, it's parents jobs to do that but them, they take everything to the highest level.

They can even go as far as pay someone a chunk of money to stop being in their child's life. Depending on whether they like them or not. So Kevin was crossing fingers. For himself and me.

Him, because he doesn't know whether his parents will disown him or not after finding out he's actually gay. He was even shaking as we closely approaching his house. He was driving as slow as he can, my poor baby.

As for me, I was crumbling inside. I never told my parents that I was gay, so I wouldn't know what he was feeling. But I can totally relate since I'd experienced the kind of anxiety when I decided to tell my brother long time ago. But the memory is still fresh like it was yesterday.

Even though his reaction has just been to laugh at my face and told me he knew all along. The relief that came after that had me rolling on the floor like a dog and almost pissing myself. Because, not only did my brother made me happy but he also wanted to be more involved in my life. Like more than he already was.

Two long gates came into view, and my eyes widened as I made out the scrambled words on those gates.

'Welcome to the Martins'

My hand entertwined with Kevin's, silently reassuring him that it's going to be okay. He pressed the button on the wall, waited for someone to answer. My heart skipped a beat.