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contains: fluff, kissing, general sweetest, meeting y/n's family, cussing, a bit of suggestive language, 900+ words
"What do I get out of it?"
My little brother gives me a smug little grin that I'm just dying to wipe off his face. But sadly, I need him on my side tonight. I cross my arms and give him a death glare.
"20."
"50."
"30."
"Make it 35. Isn't your boyfriend rich or something?"
I roll my eyes at his stupidity and stick out my pinky finger for him to shake. He glances from my finger to my face for a couple of seconds in disbelief. "God, you're such a nerd." He mutters before latching pinkies with me and shaking once.
"Okay, dickhead. No bringing up my exes. No scaring him off. And if Mom or Dad start getting too embarrassing, you throw me a Hail Mary."
He rolls his eyes but nods. "Poor guy. He's gotta wait a little longer to find out you're a freak of nature, I guess."
I buck at him and he flinches causing me to grin. "Eleven years old and still a bit-"
"I'm thirteen, you asshole."
"Aren't you a little short for a twelve-year-old?"
"Thirt- You know what. Just for that, I'm telling the story about when you pissed on that roller coaster."
"Alright. Chill-"
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I hear a knock on the door and jump up before my parents can bombard Chris. I swing it open and he's standing there looking calm as ever. God, I wish I had his energy right now. I step outside and close the door behind me, stepping into his arms and reaching up for a kiss. He smiles against my lips and then pulls away, brushing my hair from my face.
"You look nervous." He teases lightly. I tilt my head and give him a duh face and he laughs. "They're gonna love me."
"Well, of course. How could they not? You're just so humble."
"And handsome-"
"And down to earth-"
"And so in love with their daughter." He gives me his best cheesy smile at this and I roll my eyes, pretending that didn't almost take me out the game.
"Okay, come on, you fucking cornball." I joke, slipping my hand in his. He tugs my hand, stopping me before I can open the door, and leans down to kiss me again quickly.
"Alright, now we can go."
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"Do you want to see her sixth-grade talent show?" My mom says excitedly, reaching over to turn the page of the photo album Chris is holding. I look over at my brother giving him my "help me right the fuck now" eyes and he interrupts before Chris can respond.
"Chris, you game at all?"
I breathe a sigh of relief and remind myself to go extra hard on his birthday gift this year. Chris sits up a little straighter, clearly excited, as my brother and he start up a conversation about "prime Fortnite." Losers. My dad chimes in about how they haven't lived until they've played the Nintendo 64 and my mom and I share a long-suffering look. She stands to head to the kitchen and I follow her out, leaving the boys to talk.
I stand next to her by the sink, watching her start to rinse off dishes for a second then nudge her shoulder with mine so she looks at me.
"So?"
She turns to me smiling brightly. "He's sweet. I can tell he's a good kid. And you look so happy. Every five seconds, you're smiling up at him like he hung the stars, my love. But the best part? He's looking right back at you the same way." I look at her stunned for a second and drop my head on her shoulder, a little embarrassed.
"I love you, mom." She pats the side of my head, pulling me closer.
"You played hockey? No shit! I damn near went to the NHL, I was so good in my day. C'mon. You, me, field hockey outside right now."
My dad's booming voice pulls me right out of the moment and I spin on my heels to go rescue my boyfriend.
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"It was so nice to meet you guys," Chris says with a genuine smile, reaching to give Mom a hug.
"You just come right on back whenever you want that ass-whooping, son." My dad says, throwing a fake haymaker which Chris fake dodges with a laugh. He turns to my brother and daps him up. "You got my gamertag, right." My brother gives him an enthusiastic nod, looking the most excited I've seen him in a while.
"Hell yeah, bro. Hop on Fortnite later." Chris nods and I pull him to the door before they can start back up. As soon as we step outside, I jump up into his arms and pepper kisses all over his face. He laughs, wrapping his arms tightly around me and walking us to his car.
"Thank you for being a good sport, Chris. They love you."
He lowers me back to the ground and smiles down at me throwing me a fake cocky shrug.
"I told you, I'm good like that."
I roll my eyes, step closer to him, and whisper low, "You want to see what I'm good at?"
He raises his eyebrows and then picks me up again, carrying me to the passenger seat as I shriek and laugh.
"Hell yeah, I need a full demonstration."
