Saturday mornings were never special, until Lizzie starts dating Jonny Goodman and goes to Friday Night Dinner. Saturday mornings which were once for hangovers and the walk of shame, have now become lounging in bed with the love of her life and turn...
A/N: I'm back! after not updating for a week because I lost all motivation and have been writing this chapter for weeks.
IMPORTANT -
So, I'm planning a longer filler chapter about the first time Lizzie goes to dinner. But I need ideas for things that could go wrong ( I have a few of my own but I need it to be an absolute mess and chaotic as possible). If you have any ideas, please comment or message me!
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"Your car is honestly falling apart," I groan as Adam parks his red monstrosity
"You don't even own one,"
"So?" Jonny opens the side door for me and I take his hand and he pulls me up. I shut the door but keep our hands joined, walking up to the house
"The house is looking good,"
"Hm, outdoor bathroom" Adam notes, looking at the bathtub
"It's a nice touch" I stare at the mess outside
"Very Roman,"
"Isn't it?" Jonny rings the doorbell and we stand waiting until Martin opens the door, shirtless as usual
"'Ello Bambinos, Chica,"
"Professor boosoms,"
"Alright dad?"
"Boiling?" we all respond
"What?" he turns around as we all take of our coats "excuse the sit-hole,"
"It is a shit-hole, when're they gonna finish?"
"Who knows, the year 70-billion," Adam shakes the toilet's door handle
"What's wrong with the door handle?"
"Well read the sign," I gesture to the 'Bog buggered piece of paper'
"Thank you, Lizzie," Martin points "moron," he fake whispers, pointing to Adam and me and Jonny laugh
"They buggerd everything these builders, the bog, the boiler, the electrics. I told Jackie, they'll probably start buggering each other soon,"
"Definitely a porno," I note
"Definitely," the two brothers nod before walking into the living room where the sofas were covered in white sheets and a patch on the wall where one of the sofas used to be is bright red.
"They've buggered it up in there as well,"
"That looks nice," we stand in front of the patch
"Lovely colour," I shout to Martin in the hallway
"Yeah," he enters "Jackie decided she wanted some red in the house. So, we started painting and then realised it looked like a -"
