Dinner with Dylan & my parents 

Marco shut his front door behind him heading to his car. He hit unlock and slided into the drivers seat. After driving for a few minutes he slowly pulled into Dylan’s Driveway. He checked himself out in the mirror before getting out of the car. He slowly glided up to the front door and knocked a couple of times.

Dylan had been ready since he had gotten home. He didn’t want to be stuck on homework and not be ready. Good thing he was smart enough to do that. He heard the knock on the door, as he was closing his books. Getting up off the couch, he walked to the front door and opened it smiling. “Hey you.” He leaned forward giving him a kiss. If anything this night was going to be interesting. 

 He smiled and kissed him gently. “You ready for an intresting evening?” he asked laughing a little. His parents had been excited to have this dinner and he knew that some how they’d embarras him. He started walking back to his car, he opened the door for Dylan and then got into his side. The drive was a bit longer to his parents then the one to Dylans but they arrived on time.

“I was in school all day going, “Why did I agree to this?” to myself all day.” He laughed a bit. “Is interesting even the correct word? The last time we had dinner with your folks it was a disaster and somehow I still managed to like you.” Which was the truth, it had been a disaster of an evening back then. Though he supposed it couldn’t get any worse. Could it? He hoped not for the sake of Marco. Dylan knew how he freaked out about things easily. He was sure everything would be fine or so he hoped. 

As they pulled up to his parents home he turned off the cars engine. “Yeah I’m sure things will go smoothly this time. They’ve mellowed out since you last saw them.” he got out of the car and walked over to oppe Dylan’s door for him. He grabbed ahold of his hand before heading to the door. He pressed the door bell and waited. A moment later his mother popped her face out with a warm smile she welcomed them in.

He had been nervous about this the whole entire day. Yet when he saw Mrs. Del Rossi’s face he knew it would be alright. Mrs. Del Rossi was the type that told people to be quiet when they were out of line. Dylan didn’t say much except for hello and smiled as he said it. Seeing his mother wasn’t the hard part, seeing his dad was a whole other story. He just had to remember no PDA around them. The was the easy part, sort of. If he kept saying inside his head anyway. 

 ”Hey ma!” he said smiling before leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. She greeted them and then brought them into the living room. “Dinner will be ready shortly, I hope you’re hungry.” she said walking back into the kitchen. “See I told you this time will be way different.” Marco said holding onto Dylan’s hand. On the other side of the house you could hear Marco’s dad saying “Is that my boy, is he here.” before actually coming to see them in the living room.

“Well I’ve been nervous since yesterday about it.” He shook his head and then laughed a bit at how ridiculous he had been. It was just dinner. Even if it went horribly, it wouldn’t change how he felt about Marco. So there was nothing to worry about. Yet. “Besides, I’m sure he’s completely forgotten about that dinner anyway.” For his sake anyway. There were some things he didn’t want to relive during dinner. Of course he was remembering what Ellie and him had talked about a week or so ago. But he shook his head and figured he wasn’t even going there. Not tonight. 

Marco’s father came storming into the room, he introduced himself and shook Dylan’s hand. He quickly moved on asking how work had been for marco. “Dad, works been great.” he said smiling. “So Dylan you’re in school right. What are you studying. Marco’s always like smart people.” he said scartching at his whiskers.

“Yes I’m in school trying to finish my degree. I’m studying Sports Management.” Which still confused him beyond belief as to why he’d pick that to study. Just that was something he had been interested in, so it made sense. Especially with hockey and all. “Which is way too boring to even to discuss. A lot of business end type things involved.” And that’s why he’s been working on math forever lately. “But how have you been? The last time I saw you it was around the time Marco moved in.”

 Marco’s father nodded his head listening to what Dylan had to say. “I’ve been working like usual. I have plans to retire in two years which will be nice.” he smiled patting Marco’s hand. Just then his mom walked in announcing dinner was ready. Marco grabbed Dylan’s hand and pulled him into the family dining room. “Yum.” he said looking at the food layed out on the table. “Looks good Ma.” he said smiling at her before pulling a chair out for Dylan and taking a seat down next to him.

“It does look good.” He smiled as he had taken the seat next to Marco and knew that it wasn’t going to be so horrible after all. “Retiring should be nice, have any plans for when you do?” he asked figuring engaging in conversation with his father would make a good impression. Dylan didn’t know what Mr. Del Rossi would do when he retired, since he had no idea what the man was interesting in. He had only seen the man twice the whole time they had dated previously and that wasn’t enough to go on about a person’s interests. 

His father had began to put food on his plate before anyone else. “I was thinking I’d buy a boat and start sailing like I did when I was Marco’s age.” Marco smiled, he knew that sailing again would make his parents happy. “I think that’s a great I dead dad.” he started to serve himself and Dylan putting random food on each of their plates. “Marco eat more greenbeans.” his mom said from her end of the table. Marco laughed a put more on his plate shaking his head.

“That sounds like a good idea. Just don’t do it in the winter time.” He laughed a bit. Not that he thought that Marco’s dad would. But just in case. He laughed at Mrs. Del Rossi and said, “That sounds like my mom.” Only because his mother would say that to him more than once at dinner until he just gave up, sighed, and put more on his plate just to make her happy. Though he hadn’t had dinner with his parents in awhile the last time they were all together, his parents were fighting. “So how are you Mrs. Del Rossi?”

 She looked up from her plate and smiled. “I have been fine thank you. I have started to babysit during the day for our neighboors. They have two little girls.” she replied looking over at Dylan and Marco. Marco was eating his food slowly listening to everything his parents had to say. Meanwhile he secretly had been playing footsie under the table with Dylan.

“How old are they?” The only time he watched his nephew was when Paige randomly got up to use the bathroom and that wasn’t even that long. Dylan knew what Marco was doing but he wasn’t going to get into that at the dinner table, while he was eating. So all he did was play footsie back. Not that it mattered as his parents probably wouldn’t notice. At least his dad wouldn’t. His mom might notice and not just say anything. 

”Oh they’re about 6 and 8. Very cute little girls dontcha think honey?” she looked at her husband and he nodded shoveling food into his mouth. “They’re that old already?” Marco looked up from his plate. “Geez, that makes me feel old.” he laughed a bit rubbing the back on his hand. After a while they finished eating dinner and all went to sit in the living room.

“You feel old… you’re not as old as I’ll be come December.” He laughed a bit, shaking his head letting Marco pick a spot to sit at before sitting next to him. In fact he didn’t want to think about his birthday and would rather skip it but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He was sure anyone that knew he was back in town, like his friends would drag him out on that day just to annoy him. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Paige has a kid.” Which was something he didn’t think he’d see in a million years.

“I’m torturing you on your birthday just for saying that.” he sneered and laughed. Marco’s parents were drinking tea and talking about what their days had been like so Dylan and Marco had sometime to talk to each other. “So dinner went well.” he said smiling. 

“Well it’s not that hard to forget, since it’s New Years Eve.” He made a face. That had to be the weirdest birthday on the planet. Other than having it on Christmas. Or Thanksgiving. “It did. I was surprised to be honest.” He smiled knowing how much it meant to have this dinner. Of course they hadn’t left yet so it could change very quickly. Though he doubt that it would. Everything seemed to be going fine.