𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 • 𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚎

𝚅𝙸𝙸

Sometimes, staying as far away from the place where you grew up, isn't that good. 

Of course, this time, it wasn't the case. It had been my whole idea to go back to Lima and have dinner with his parents and mine. Clearly, I wasn't thinking clearly. It was too late now. We were literally in the car on the way to his parents house. 

"You don't seem okay..." 

"I'm fine...totally not panicking about this, considering it was my idea. I'm fine." He sighed. "We don't have to go, A.J. We can turn around. We can tell them you were sick." I shook my head. He nodded and continued driving to the house. 

When we got there, his younger siblings were playing outside. That was odd because it was the beginning of January and it was already dark. I didn't question it. They were only like seven now. It wasn't that odd for seven year olds to play outside in the dark. 

When we got out, they immediately ran over to Sam, completely forgetting that I was there. They probably didn't remember me, they were four the last time I saw them. We stood outside with them for a few minutes, before we all headed inside. It was awkward, to say the least. It was a lot different than my house. And I mean a lot different. 

Where do I begin? My mom always made the food--half the time it burnt and we ended up ordering food or I would make it. Finn and Burt would sit in the living room, yelling at the t.v. about how some basketball guy didn't shoot the ball or run the base...I don't know. Kurt would be in his room, talking to Blaine about God knows what. And then, there was me. I was in the middle. It all depended on what I felt like doing that day. Most of time I was in my room, writing in the notebooks I had told Finn about when I had gone through that whole shooting thing at school. 

This house was so much different. They all sat in the living room together. His siblings would play so peacefully in the playroom down the hall. That was weird. I don't ever remember playing peacefully with Finn. 

I walked in slowly, not knowing what to do. "You're being very awkward, A.J. I mean, you lived here." I sighed. "The last time I was at a dinner party...was the time that Finn lost his virginity. It was a very awkward day for me. That was also the day that people found out things and I went into school the next day and Finn was beating up his best friend." 

He laughed a little before dragging me into the dining room. His family was very nice, as always. The dinner was good, which was different from dinner at my house. The conversations were normal, again different. The conversations at my house always...went over the line.

His mother looked at me, as I just sat there quietly eating. "So...Amelia, do you have any siblings?" I nodded as I looked up from the food. "Yeah...I have two brothers...both older than me. Ones biological and the other is my step brother." 

She nodded. "And they went to the same high school you did?" I nodded. "You're sweet sixteen was two years ago?" I nodded. "Yeah...it's a little confusing, I know. I skipped third grade. I'm two years younger than my brothers."

The conversation went a little farther before Sam thought it went a little too far. "I've met your mother before...why did she remarry? She doesn't seem like the one to get divorced." I could feel the air between Sam and I shift. "Mom-" I shook my head. "It's fine." 

"My dad died when I was six months old. He left me and my brother alone with my mom, so I had to mature very quickly. I was cooking and cleaning by the time I was eight. My brother always played football and was in boy scouts. I was never into that stuff, so I was kinda the mom when my mom had to work night work." 

It went quiet after that and soon the dinner party ended. As we left, it was colder than ever outside. I was the first in the car. When he got in, he immediately started with the dead dad thing.