So, I'm back from my little break. Now, this one, you will either get or you won't; and if you don't, don't feel bad. lol. See, I just came back from an Italian family gathering, andddd this is pretty much exactly how it goes in my family. lol. However, I cheated a bit. See, when I was scouring prompts on the list I found I saw family gatherings and was like Haaaa! I choose YOU! But I didn't know what hte boondocks were, but my mom always said that word when refering to the middle of nowhere...so if it has a real meaning...I don't know it. haha. And grilling, well...my family doesn't like to grill, soooo I took it as asking lots of questions. Which they do for me. And my brother gets the hair thing all the time, so it's not far off. haha

Prompt: Family gatherings, the boondocks, grilling

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a bunch of left over pasta...

"So, where is this place?" Sean asked, looking out the window of the car and trying to find a landmark that would prove to him they had not just been driving in circles for the last hour and a half.

"It's only like five minutes away at this point…we should be coming up on it soon…" Tony answered, not taking his eyes off the road.

"You said that ten minutes ago…" Sean whined, but more to himself since Tony had turned up the radio in hopes of drowning out his boyfriend's practically incessant complaining.

"Yes, I know, I forgot how long it takes to get here…I haven't been to my Nonnie's farm since I left for college." He explained and Spot sighed, readjusting himself in his seat for the thousandth time. About ten minutes later they pulled onto a private road; their farm's sign standing proudly near the entrance, "Here…" he stated and Sean's eyes perked up from where they were playing a game on his iPod.

"FINALLY…" he stated and practically jumped out of the car as soon as it came to a solid stop. Tony, however, had to park about a half mile down the road from the farm house because there were so many cars practically piled on top of each other.

"Holy shit…how many people are going to this party?" Sean asked; his eyes wide as they scanned their way down the vast amount of cars.

"Well, my mother said all my siblings were coming…so that's nine people, plus their families; and all my aunts and uncles brought their kids…plus my grandparent's generation, then…you know…all my cousins…" Tony stated.

Sean's eyes widened, "Like, cousin-cousins? Or Italian cousins…?" Sean asked; which really did make a difference.

"What do you mean by that?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

"Well, in my family, cousins are the children of my parents' siblings; but in Italian families 'cousins' are like…everyone you ever met ever…" he stated and Tony rolled his eyes, not having a response since he knew Sean was right.

"I don't get it…" Tony deadpanned.

Sean rolled his eyes, and then stopped right in front of a car, "Alright, whose car is this?" He asked and let his hands gesture to the automobile in front of him.

Tony thought for a moment, "My cousin Maria's…" he stated and Sean, again, rolled his eyes.

"And how are you related?" Sean asked and Tony bit his lip in thought.

"She's my…grandmother's ex-husband's daughter from another marriage's best friend's sister's niece…in-law…" he explained and Sean smirked to himself.

"That's exactly what I mean; she is an 'Italian cousin'." He stated and continued walking; Tony opened his mouth to say something but knew his boyfriend was much too smug at winning that argument to even listen to him. This, however, meant that he did not feel like warning him about what was to come right when he walked through the door.

As they walked through the door Sean was instantly encompassed by hugs and cheek kisses from small women wearing too much perfume that he'd never met before. His body was stiff as a board; his arm pinned to his side and eyes the size of dinner plates. As soon as Tony was released he intercepted another hug from his cousin Marco away from his thoroughly frightened boyfriend.

"So, Tony, who's this? He your friend from collage?" Someone asked, Sean tried to figure out who it was but everyone was yelling so loud he couldn't tell who it was.

"Yeah, he's a good friend…" Tony stated to a random woman near the back of the crowd of people in the tiny kitchen.

Sean pulled him closer to him and practically had to yell into his ear, "What the hell is going on? And how did you know she was talking to you? Why the hell did they hug me? Do I have lipstick on my face? I think that old lady got lipstick on my face? By the way, why in your God's NAME did she kiss me? I never met her before!" he exclaimed and Tony couldn't help but hold in his laughter.

"Welcome to the world of Italians, my love, welcome to the world of Italians…" he chuckled and grabbed Sean's hand, pulling him through the crowd of people and into an equally dining room and into a living room.

As they sat down Sean was immediately met with a bald man with a moustache in a polo shirt, "Well look at your hair!" The man stated and Sean did not turn his head to look at him, only moving his eyes in his general direction to see if he was talking to him.

When he realized he was trapped under the man's gaze he turned to him, "Um…excuse me?"

"Your hair!" The man said again, using his hands to gesture to his face.

"Yeah…it's great…I know…" Sean stated and nudged his boyfriend's side, who had now started up a very loud conversation with an older woman; to no avail.

"Great…I don't know about great…" the man said and Sean's jaw dropped, no one, and I mean no one, had ever said a bad thing about his hair before, "Long maybe, but not great."

Sean's eyes narrowed but he bit his tongue, he didn't need this crazy group of people after him, instead he just elbowed his boyfriend as hard as he could in the stomach, "Ouch, Jeez, Sean, what's your problem?" he asked and Sean turned to him, whispering in his ear.

"That man just insulted my hair, what do I do?" He asked and Tony turned to his cousin.

"Sergio, he's going to get it cut tomorrow…" Tony lied and Sean's eyes widened, but he sent him a look as if to say 'Not really, so just shut up and the guy will get off your back…'

"Good…" the man stated and Sean got up, pulling his boyfriend with him. Needless to say, one half an hour, twelve hugs, eight cheek kisses, four comments on his hair, six on his fashion sense, four questions on if he was Catholic, twelve if he had a girlfriend from his boyfriend's cousins, one voluntary bowl of pasta, and two more insisted bowls later Sean thoroughly wanted to die.

"Tony…can we leave, PLEASE?" he pleaded.

"Why?" Tony asked, not sure why his boyfriend was so freaked out; this kind of thing was normal, right? Right?

"These people…are COMPLETELY INSANE." Sean stated and Tony laughed a little.

"Aw, you poor little Irish boy, this is tame! You should see my baby cousin Josephine's christening next week…which by the way, we're invited to, and I already said yes…" he smirked at the look of horror on his boyfriend's face, "But don't worry…it gets better with time…"

Sean, then, said nothing; just wondered what in God's name he had gotten himself into…

There we are! lol. Did I get any Italians in the audience? If so, you should know what I'm talking about. XD

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This is dedicated to Paige (methegirl) in hopes that she feels less stressed! :D