Sentimental crap [Dreamnotfound]

Scared

I quickly realized that Clay was not going to take the freeway; instead, he chose a longer, but rather inadvertent, route to get in and avoid road works. This meant a slightly longer drive to Brokenhurst but through more interesting surroundings. That said a bit about Clay too.

I have not commented on the route choice in any way; instead, I told him about the rest of the family and how everything would go. I tried to put everything in as few words as possible. I was speaking succinctly and avoiding unnecessary emotions. Clay listened intently nodding his head from time to time. When he finally asked the question, it wasn't what I expected."So why did Darryl actually ask me for help? He couldn't go. Fine. But you don't have any other friend?"Yeah. In fact, I could assume this question would eventually come up."No, not really," I admitted grudgingly, " I don't have many friends in London. Besides, Darryl doesn't really trust any of them."

It was easy to blame it on Darryl. This pretend relationship was useful to me at times like this.

"But you don't take my brother too seriously, huh? After all, you are introducing a false fiancé to your family."

I shrugged my shoulder.

"I'm only twenty-nine, Clay." I reminded him.

"Clay?" he almost whispered. 

 Oh shoot. I forgot. 

The air around us became thick and only to cut it with a knife. And that's just because I called him by his first name. Why does this guy have to do the simplest awkward tasks? I cleared my throat.

"Dream I... I promised myself that I would not invite anyone to Brockenhurst until I was thirty-five. And even then... My family can scare someone, believe me. They are not entirely normal."

"Who's family is completely normal?"  he  said already in his a normal tone. At that moment, I remembered what Darryl had told me about them, and I must agree with him. After all, the Nooveshosch brothers had much worse experiences  than me,  "I don't care, it's definitely not that bad. I like big families."

"Large families can also be toxic." I muttered under my breath.

Clay- or rather Dream- glanced stealthily at me, and I didn't know what he meant: did he wonder how much I knew about his or what he would find in Brockenhurst. However, I did not specify my speech. He could think what he wanted.

"We'll be fine,".he assured me after a while, "These weren't the things I had to play in front of my family. Don't be so tense, you'll be okay."

I think he completely misinterpreted my behavior. He saw the tension in me but thought it was due to the expected visit to the family. Meanwhile, the truth was slightly different - at least partly it was his fault.

Although the interior of the SUV was spacious and quite luxurious, which guitarists can afford such a car? Clay was clearly doing better than Darryl - I could feel the presence of the man next to me with my whole being. Which was idiotic considering who he was. My stomach was turning over every time I looked at me, and although I tried to convince myself that it was just a matter of anxiety, I knew perfectly well that it wasn't true. I reacted to him as I had never reacted to any guy before.

I didn't know at all that I was capable of it. Rather, I thought Buck and my friends at corpo were right to call me the Snow Queen. Although I was reluctant to admit it to myself, I always thought the same about myself.

Until then, in Clay's car

What was wrong with me.? I didn't know him at all, and he is also my friend's asexual brother. Snap out of it, Davidson!