My finger hovers just over the doorbell. I could feel my stomach churning

I mean, who wouldn't be scared to meet their step-sister's mom and step-dad? Plus, I'm kind of a screw up when it comes to talking with people I just met. What if they think I'm weird? I'm pretty fucking weird, I'll be honest. What if they hate me and think I'm a sad excuse for Tamia's step-sister. I already know I'm a sad excuse for a sister but... I don't want other people to think that. Finally, after a few minutes on silently debating whether I should run away and maybe hitch a ride to my grandma's flat... I man up and ring the doorbell.

Tamia immediately opens the door. She's wearing casual clothes and makes me glad I wore just a nicer sweatshirt and jeans.

"I saw you out here standing around and talking with yourself," Tamia says, casually leaning on the door frame. "Everyone did. My parents already think you're crazy."

My face goes red with embarrassment, "u-uh... well..."

"I'm kidding about the parent part," She laughs a little but then abruptly stops. "You were planning on running off, weren't you?"

"W-What?" I scoff a little. "Psh... no... I would never do that."

"You did that to Adrien," she points out, "multiple times."

"C-Can you just invite me inside?" I sound desperate, but this is awkward. She waves her hand into a nicely decorated house. I step inside and swallow back fear after fear. A woman with platinum blonde hair and blue eyes steps out from behind a doorway and she smiles.

"Ah, hello," she says with the slightest accent. "You're Becca, correct? It's nice to meet you."

"U-Uh," my voice cracks a little, "nice to meet you too, Mrs. Forrest..."

"Please, just call Agnesa," she laughs a little. "We were a little nervous you would run off when you refused to ring the doorbell."

"S-Sorry about that..." I mumble. "It's- I was..."

"She's weird," Tamia sighs, "that's literally it."

"Oh," Agnesa smiles, "well, that's okay. Come on, I finished dinner a few minutes ago and Tamia's step-dad is waiting to meet you." I nod and follow her into the kitchen.

Tamia elbows my arm before we get too far, "don't act weird in front of my family."

"Thommy, you've been living in the same cabin with me for a few months now," I say, "you know me being weird is inevitable." We step into the kitchen where a man sat. When he saw us he stood up with a kind smile.

"Ah," he steps out and offers me a hand, "you must be Rebecca Amia. My name is Michael Forrest. I would prefer if you called me Mr. Forrest."

"Y-Yes sir, Mr. Michael-" I take his hand but then realize what I said. "I-I mean... Mr. Forrest... sorry..."

He laughs a little, "it's alright." He lets go of my hand and I sink down into a chair. Tamia sits down next to me and turns her head to glare at me. Her mother comes around with a bottle of wine. She fills two cups and turns.

"Rebecca, would you like some wine," she walks over and shows me the bottle. It seems really fancy.

I hold up my hand and wave it a little, "no, thank you." The next thing I hear is glass crashing onto the floor. I knocked the FUCKING BOTTLE OUT OF HER HAND. "Oh... OH, GODS! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Of course, I would do that... I didn't mean it, I swear! So sor-"

"Becca, it's okay," Agnesa smiles. "We can easily just clean this up."

"That's right," Mr. Forrest smiles as well, "you need to calm down. It's just dinner, you'll survive this."

And then, I did.

I had a delightful dinner with my step-sister's parents.

It was awesome.

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