"Hurry up Kieran!" I shout, twisting my fingers nervously and tapping my foot. "We're going to be late!"
Kieran walks out; dressed in his complete fairy-prince garb (I didn't even know they made shirts and trousers so tight. Honestly. And they have ruffles) Raising a disappointed eyebrow at me when he sees my boring mundy clothing and shaking his head. When he sees my face, though he tries to help me in his own way:
"Mark. Don't feel so nervous. I am sure my parents will love you." I smile at him. He always makes me feel so reassured.
" Just watch out for Dad. He doesn't like you." He casually adds, smiing innocently.
"What! How? Why? Your Dad hasn't even met me!" I squawk.
"Oh, he hates everyone. Don't take it personally."
At Kieran's parents, after two hours of people cheering him in the streets (I guess there are some perks to being a prince) and scowling at me
"So . Mark. Why are you going out with my son, hmm?"
I gulp. The King smiles intimidatingly at me over a plate of mashed potatoes.
Oh God. What do I do? Think. THINK. What will make me look like a normal, kind boyfriend who loves him for his mind? Uh. What was the reason I did go out with Kier in the first place? Oh yeah. He was hot.
Well that's not going to work is it? Uh…. Think. Thank God my brain goes into overdrive and tries a nervous line
"We got on really well and….."
The father from hell glares at me.
This is going to be a long, long meal.