"But what if they don't like me?" I asked Benson. We were in Brighton and walking from the train station to his parents house,
"Sam, that's the 5th time you've asked that since we got here" he pointed out, "Don't worry, they are going to love you" he kissed the ip of my nose,
"That's what you think" I said, "I don't give very good first impressions"
"You made a very good first impression to me" he smirked. I glared sarcastically at him,
"As I remember, when we first met, I walked into a chair and dropped my keys several times whilst talking to you" I pointed out,
"Well, it made me remember you" he replied, smiling,
"Yeah, 'cause that's the only reasonyou remembered me(!)" I answered, sarcastically,
"Well..." he smirked. I hit him on the shoulder lightly and he caught my arm and pulled me in for a kiss. I smiled against his lips but all too soon, he pulled away, "We're here" I looked ahead and saw a building...that can only be described as a mansion (Well, to me anyways) I felt my jaz drop open a little as I let a breath out. He lived...here? Oh my god,
"Oh my god, you're like...posh" I settled for. He laughed out loud,
"C'mon" he pulled my arm but stopped when he realised I wasn't moving. He grabbed my suitcase out of my hands, "Sam, it will be fine" he assured me,
"Fine" I gave in, "But, if this doesn't go well, it's on you" I said. He laughed slightly and took my hand and walked me to the door. He got a key out and slid it in the lock. I took a breath as he opened it,
"Mom? Dad?" he called,
"In here, Freddie!" a woman, who I assumed was his mother, called back from, what I could see was the kitchen. He put both of our suitcases by the bottom of the gigantic staircase, before taking my hand and leading me toward the kitchen. I hesitated a bit before we went in the door, but was reassured by Benson giving me a soft smile,
"Freddie!" his mother squealed, before abandoning the pot of food she was stirring on the stove and running to hug Benson. On the kitchen table was a man, who I assumed to be his father, sitting reading a newspaper, "It's been such a long time! I can't believe it!" she rejoiced happily, "Oh, and this-" she said, smiling at me, "-must be the lovely young lady you told us about" she smiled, walking towards me,
"Hi, I'm Sam" I introduced myself,
"Hello, Sam" she greeted with her warm smile, "I'm Freddie's mother, Linda. And this-" she said, gesturing to the man on the table, reading "-is Freddie's father, George"
"Nice to meet you both" I smiled at them. Freddie's father looked up from his newspaper and smiled at me,
"Nice to meet you too, Sam" he smiled. I sighed in relief, thinking he immediately took a dislike to me,
"Oh, she's very polite" his mother smiled and nudged Benson. He rolled his eyes,
"So, Sam-" his mother started, "What do you do? And where are you from? Oh, and what do your parents do?" she asked. What do you do?
"Mom, let her get through the door first" Benson joked. I smiled nervously, "So, I'm just gonna take Sam's case upstairs and show her where she's sleeping and we'll be right down so you can interrogate her, ok?" he asked,
"I'm not interrogating her, I'm just interested" she argued,
"We'll be right back" he told them, taking my hand and pulling me out of the kitchen,
"Sorry about my mother, she's a bit...chatty" he apologized,
"No, it's alright" I waved it off, "I'm actually glad, makes it easier for me to make her like me" I joked,
"You don't even have to try" he smiled. He grabbed my suitcase in one hand and his in the other. I rolled my eyes.
"I'll take mine" I said, taking it off him,
"You sure?" he asked, "It's heavy"
"No, I got it" thump! I didn't have it...He laughed and tried to carry it. I refused and dragged it up the rest of the way,
"This is my old room" he said, opening the door and throwing his case on the bed. I followed in behind him, dragging my case. He came forward and took it off me, putting it on the bed. I looked around his room. He had a double, blue bed in the centre of the room, surrounded by posters of various bands and films. I turned around to see him ripping a poster off of the wall. I narrowed my eyes at him,
"What was that?" I asked, smiling and stepping towards him,
"Nothing" he replied and hid the screwed up poster behind his back,
"Right" I said, sarcastically, "C'mon, hand it over" I said, cornering him,
"No, it's nothing" he said, going red in the face,
"Benson..." I trailed off. His eyes briefly flashed to the door and then back at me. He suddenly ran toward the door. I caught him and tried to get the poster off him,
"No! Sam!" he yelled,
"Give it!" I shouted, both of us falling on the bed,
"Never!" he protested. I rolled my eyes and yanked the poster out of his hands. I held him back with one hand as I unfolded the poster and looked at it. I raised my eyebrows. It was a poster of Jessica Alba, half naked with a feather Boa,
"Jessica Alba, huh?" I asked, shoving the poster into his chest,
"So?" he asked, shoving the poster in the bin,
"Nothing" I shook my head, "I'm actually impressed that you have such good taste" He laughed a little,
"So" he started, putting his arms around my waist,
"You ready to be interrogated by my mother?" he asked,
"Better than being glared at by her" I replied. He laughed, kissing me once,
"Hey" I mumbled out,
"Mmm?" he asked against my lips,
"Why did your mom ask what I did?" I asked, "Doesn't she know I'm in college?"
"Ah, well..."
"Freddie..." I trailed off,
"I kinda told her you're 21" he said,
"Why?" I asked, my eyebrows creasing,
"Well...she's not very...she has a thing about me dating anyone more than one year younger than me"
"What a minute...We're dating now?!" I asked, fake gasping,
"I'm afraid we are" he smiled,
"So, what do I say I do?" I asked,
"Don't care, make it up" he replied, kissing me,
"I'll be an artist" I decided,
"Why an artist?" he asked,
"Well, I've always wanted to be one" I told him, "Or an actress..."I trailed off, thinking... "Oh! I'll be an artist who gets auditions on the side..." He laughed,
"Well, make it believable" he said, "C'mon, let's go downstairs" he said, taking my hand and taking me down the stairs. His mom was still in the kitchen, cooking and his father was in the sitting room. We headed into the kitchen to talk to his mother,
"Oh, Samantha!" She exclaimed,
"Sam" I corrected,
"Sam" she repeated, "Can you help me with these veggies?" she asked. I looked at Benson and he nodded in encouragement,
"Yeah, sure" I replied, starting to chop a carrot,
"I'm gonna go talk to dad for a bit" he said. My eyes widened that he was leaving me. What if I needed him to save me?! His mother opened the fridge and poured me a glass of wine. I smiled as she passed it to me,
"Thanks" I smiled, setting it down beside me,
"So, Sam" his mother started, "What do you do?"
"Um, I'm an...actress" I settled for,
"Really?" she asked, "Anything I would have seen you in?" she asked,
"Probably not" I replied,
"Oh, Y'know...just a couple of commercials and extras in films..." I lied, shrugging,
"Ah" she nodded in understanding, "So, how did you and my Freddie meet?" she asked. Oh god...um...
"Um...we...ran into each other at a...laundrette" I settled for. She laughed,
"That's an unusual way to meet somebody" she commented,
"Yeah..." I laughed along,
"So, how serious?" she asked,
"What?"
"You and my Freddie" she clarified, "How serious are you?" she asked,
"I...uh, I don't-"
"I mean, can I expect any grandchildren in the near future?" my eyes widened,
"Uh-"
"C'mon Linda, leave the poor girl alone" Benson's father came into the kitchen,
"I'm just asking!" she defended herself,
"She's just met you! She doesn't want to be talking about things that personal" he scolded. I smiled, thankful for him saving me,
"Freddie sent me in here to see if you and Sam wanted to join us?" he asked,
"Oh, yes" his mom replied, taking off her apron, "This needs to simmer for a while anyway" She draped her apron over the table as I empties the carrots I'd cut into the pot, following her into the sitting room. I saw Benson sitting on the furthest couch and ran to him for safety. I threw myself down next him and he laughed, putting his arm around my shoulder,
"So, Freddie" his mom started, "Samantha-"
"Sam" I corrected,
"Sam, was just telling me how you met in the laundrette?"
"Freddie, you told me you met in London" his dad said,
"Yeah, it was a laundrette in London" Freddie said,
"Oh, are you from London Samantha?" she asked,
"Yes, I am and please, call me Sam" I told her,
"But Samantha's so much prettier" she said. I blushed and took a sip of my wine,
"So, when are you two love birds gonna tie the knot?" Linda asked, smiling. I choked on my drink, causing me to go into a coughing fit,
"You ok?" Benson asked me while rubbing my back. I nodded,
"Linda..." George warned,
"What?!" She whined, "You won't let me ask about grandchildren, I need some indication of what's going to happen in the future!" she complained,
"Grandchildren?!" Benson exclaimed from next to me, "Mom, don't start"
"What?" she asked, innocently,
"Let's talk about something else" George interjected, "So Sam, what do you do?" I opened my mouth to answer but Benson's mother beat me too it,
"She's an actress" she told him. Benson raised his eyebrow at me,
"Really?" he asked. I smiled, timidly,
"She's been in a few commercials and been an extra in a few movies!" Linda exclaimed,
"Impressive" George agreed, nodding his head. The rest of the evening continued with Benson's parents asking me various questions about my future ambitions and my intentions with their precious son, Benson...