The Dinner

Eli's POV 

I arrived wet all thanks to that annoying human. Mrs. Elena just couldn't stop talking, telling me why I walked under the rain, and said she'll grab me a coat, she's just too nice.

“I'm fine, thank you,” I pleaded but she was still insisting.

“Don't worry, Sebastian will get you a coat and a change of clothes,” she insisted and I couldn't push further.

“Sebastian!”

My heart was left reeling when I took a glance at him. He couldn't help but scream at me as his face quickly folded into a thick scowl.

“You!” He cried and I didn't say a word, neither did my face move in surprise or any reaction. My composure was firm, despite the awkwardness of the situation.

Mrs. Elena and Dad just watched in awe, their eyes widened in shock.

“You know each other?” She asked, her brows raised.

We just stared at each other and I saw the intimidation and insecure looks in those blue eyes of his. His fist folded and his jaw tightened, his stance toughened and his gaze was unwavering.

The awkward moment lingered for a few seconds and I finally ended it. I didn't want Dad worrying too much again about me.

“No,” I smiled. “I guess he's just surprised to see me,” I chuckled and patted his shoulder softly. My grip tightened on his shoulder bone softly as I stared at him and we smiled awkwardly and our parents just giggled.

The moment they looked away, he quickly yanked my hands off him and the soft wheeze made them turn sharply but we smiled quickly at them and walked with them to the table.

He sat directly opposite me on the table, while Dad sat with her, his hands crossed around her waist.

“The meal is good,” I complimented firstly, even though it didn't meet my expectations, but it was disrespectful to not compliment and acknowledge the effort of the chef.

She smiled warmly and was basting in the warmth of my flattery when he spat with pride.

“Why won't it?” He snarled with a low tone. “It's much better than anything you've ever had, I guess,” he muttered and I raised an eyebrow and smiled warmly.

They didn't hear what he said and I liked that, in as much as I don't like him, I don't want our parents to notice the tension between us. And to be honest, there's just a simple way to handle people like him.

“Uhm, Mrs Elena, forgive me, but I like my food spicy,” I pleaded with a charming smile and his face only folded further. “Could you please tell my brother here to grab me some pepper from the kitchen?”

Funny how his face looked now like a Halloween masquerade, but he wasn't scary enough. I just savoured the moment and chuckled softly with her.

“Oh, forgive me darling. I'll note that,” she replied and then turned to him. “Sebastian? What are you waiting for? Go grab it,” she cautioned and he rose up sharply and stared at me coldly, his fist tightening on the fork and she scolded him again.

“Sebastian!”

He grumbled and headed out but still, he'd still serve me.

“I see you both are already getting along,” she giggled at me once again. I was enjoying this game, calling him brother was the right start.

Moments later, he came racing over and slammed it before me, shaking everyone on the table.

“Sebastian?!” She turned to him quickly with a cold scowl.

“It's fine,” I tapped her gently with a charming smile and the dripping water touched her again.

This was when she remembered I hadn't changed my clothes and turned to me angrily.

“Why didn't you tell Sebastian to get you some clothes?” She scolded but my expression was warm and respectful.

“It's fine, don't worry, I'm fine.”

But she ignored me and turned to Sebastian.

“Go grab him some clothes!” She ordered but he sighed deeply in front of everyone, mumbling all over the place.

“I can't give him my clothes mom, you know I don't share!” He said, his voice heavy with disgust as he stared at me.

“Its not as if I need them,” I snapped in my mind. I fought hard to keep up my smile and Mrs Elena was stubborn too and scolded him quickly.

“He's no stranger, Sebastian! Let that sink into your head. He's your brother. Get him some clothes!” She snapped immediately, her voice shaking the place.

Dad's arm wrapped around her, caressing her and calming her softly.

I didn't want more drama, and he couldn't escape it. 

“Come on!” He quickly stormed away and she turned to him with a cold death stare, but I tapped her gently and smiled and ran off.

I know they'll talk about it, and I hope he respects himself with me here, I really don't want a fight now and here.

Our footsteps echoed and his door creaked open. Just as I was about to walk in, he slammed it, but I was quick and dodged sharply.

“What's that?!” Her voice rang out with panic.

“Nothing!” I replied and rushed in.

He just tossed a shirt and a pair of joggers to me.

I didn't say a word to him, I just changed up.

“Don't stain my clothes with your…”

I didn't let him finish, I hate that word he was about to use again on me.

“I didn't ask for it…” I calmly replied and headed out, calmly waiting for him to rush out and I slammed the door in his face too.

He was also quick and dodged skillfully, turning to me with a growl.

We walked back downstairs, he was behind me and she teased me softly.

“You look good in those,” she complimented and I bowed in respect.

“Thank you,” but he nodged me from behind as if he didn't see me there.

I quickly regained my stance, covering up the act completely and just winked at him. 

His face folded strongly as I took a seat, but her voice lit up the area again.

“So, uhm, boys, I was thinking, we all move in together…” she didn't even finish when we chorused.

“What?!” 

I didn't know when the word escaped my lips and her look at me was that of dismay. I quickly smiled and apologized.

“Nah, I meant that would be great.”

Her face beamed with joy and she didn't even turn to Sebastian who was staring at me just as if he would devour me if he got any closer.

She turned to my dad and stroked his beard softly and kissed him.

I cleared my throat and faced my meal and they just chuckled.

“What do you think darling?” She asked, caressing his hand.

“It's a good idea,” he chimed in and I struggled to hold my words back and had to cough.

“Sorry my dear, Sebastian, get him some water,” she begged.

He just turned to me, and then to her and slammed the table hard with his fist and left angrily.

“Sebastian!”