Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-08-21 08:49 pm
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Overland Park, KS, Saturday Afternoon
Kate was nervous. And she thought she had every damn right to be. This was actually the first time ever she'd brought a boyfriend home to be introduced to her parents. (As always, Leto didn't count. They hadn't even kissed before he came home with her.) And that was just... Weird. It felt weird.
And anyway, in her mind, they were here more to get a break from Fandom. Not to make official introductions. But it was still a little terrifying, even if she wasn't really showing it.
They'd taken a bus from the airport and walked the rest of the way since it wasn't far from the bus stop, and Kate thought she could use the extra time to remind Bod of what he wasn't supposed to talk about. And to prepare herself for everything.
The first thing she noticed after they got to her house was that her dad's pick-up truck wasn't parked outside. Neither was The Green Hornet, her mom's car. But she was too nervous to think about what that might mean.
"So. That's my house," she said, nodding at the house and flashing a smile at Bod as she stopped to stand by the green mailbox, which had a few painted flowers on it and said 'The Gregsons' in Tara's handwriting. "Welcome to Oak Avenue."
[ooc: For that guy I modded a bit just now. NFB due to distance.]
And anyway, in her mind, they were here more to get a break from Fandom. Not to make official introductions. But it was still a little terrifying, even if she wasn't really showing it.
They'd taken a bus from the airport and walked the rest of the way since it wasn't far from the bus stop, and Kate thought she could use the extra time to remind Bod of what he wasn't supposed to talk about. And to prepare herself for everything.
The first thing she noticed after they got to her house was that her dad's pick-up truck wasn't parked outside. Neither was The Green Hornet, her mom's car. But she was too nervous to think about what that might mean.
"So. That's my house," she said, nodding at the house and flashing a smile at Bod as she stopped to stand by the green mailbox, which had a few painted flowers on it and said 'The Gregsons' in Tara's handwriting. "Welcome to Oak Avenue."
[ooc: For that guy I modded a bit just now. NFB due to distance.]
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Kate kinda wanted to stay right here, but that wouldn't work in the long term.
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He straightened his shirt and brushed a hand through his hair. Fortunately for them both, he didn't even need to really limp around anymore though he still wasn't chancing shorts because of his knee.
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It was a light joke but it was a joke.
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She wasn't sure the door was even locked, but she felt like stalling.
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He owned no hair gel so that wasn't a danger at all.
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"Guys? We're here," she called out into the house.
The response was... not overwhelming. "In the kitchen," the voice of a boy called back. "Mom and Dad aren't back yet."
Kate raised an eyebrow, dropping her bag on the floor. "Okay," she said to Bod. "Apparently we get a little more time before grand introductions.
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She led him to the kitchen where they were greeted by the owner of the voice from earlier, clad in a nice shirt and a vest, and an apron over everything. The boy had dark hair (and an extremely conservative fashion sense), but he had familiar eyes, and he was just as pale as his sister, if not a little paler.
"Mooooosh," Kate drawled. "Whatcha making? And where's the parental unit at?"
Marshall put his oven mittens away. "I just put some muffins in the oven, Dad's at some work thing and Mom decided you guys are going to want orange juice so she went to get some. I think she's a little nervous." He gave Bod a faint smile. "Hi. I'm Marshall."
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After being told multiple times both before the trip and during, it was easy not to mention his full name.
"I'm just here to carry your sister's bags from the bus stop," he added lightly. "I thought it'd be the polite thing to do and all."
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Kate promptly thwapped her brother on the shoulder. "Shut up."
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"I haven't been bullied as of yet," he added with a small smile in Kate's direction. "Perhaps I'm safe."
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"I can't believe Mom and Dad aren't here," she said, shaking her head as she went over to the fridge. "I thought they'd be, like, all over this."
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"That still gives you time to hide me, Kate," he said easily, trying to loosen his posture a touch. He wasn't standing at attention but he was close to it. "I'm sure I could fit in a closet somewhere."
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Marshall went to put some of his baking things away. "Well, her closet's probably half empty now..."
"I did already tell them you were coming here," Kate pointed out, grabbing a can of Coke from the fridge. "You want anything?"
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Bod found it wasn't as easy to try and soothe her nerves when his were a little ragged as well. He'd keep trying though. "And orange juice is important."
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"So, uh, are you English, Bod?" Marshall asked. "Like... actually English?"
The last guy Kate bought home sounded English, claimed to be Greek, and turned out to be from another planet. Marshall felt it necessary to check.
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"I am actually English," he then said to Marshall with a quiet laugh. "I'm from Cleadon, if we'd like to be specific. It's a small town in South Tyneside. I've been all over England, though. My parents were a bit transient."
He hoped that was a fairly convincing bit of improvisation since the only part that was true was that he'd been through Cleadon after leaving the graveyard.
"Cleadon is a tiny, tiny village," he added. "I'm still getting used to bigger cities."
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Marshall seemed to be buying it, at least. Bod was more convincing than Leto had been, anyway. "Well, at least you live in a fairly small town," he noted with a tiny smile. "Even if it seems to be a pretty special one."
Not that he was trying to work out whether there was anything special about Bod.
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He paused and looked like he was reconsidering that. "Actually, it might be slightly special. Charles Dickens did reside in Cleadon for a short while and took some inspiration from the village. As did Oliver Cromwell."
He took a few sips of his water. "And we do have two pubs."
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Kate rolled her eyes at Bod. "Whereas you sound like a fucking guide book." That might have been code for... something he'd probably never find out, because this was the moment she finally decided to open the can in her hand and--
Got sprayed with rather a large amount of Coke. Yeah. "Fuck."
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He winced and stepped towards her, looking apologetic for both the soft drink and reasons he wasn't quite sure of. "Did you want me to get your bag?"
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