"Just be nice Dad," I begged as I plumped cushions in the living room. "He is coming at eleven."
I was nervous, very nervous. My Dad wasn't happy, but that was nothing compared to Marc. He had acted like I had told him I was dating a murderer or a convicted criminal.
"Is he a rebound?" Marc asked me as I walked through to the kitchen to make some tea. I shook my head picking up the kettle.
"No, he is.. I mean this is just casual." I shrugged as I put the kettle under the tap to fill it up.
"Casual? And he is coming here?" Ben chimed in standing behind Marc. I sighed violently as I put the kettle back on its dock and began to boil.
"Would you prefer I keep him a secret?" I turned around to face them, "sneak around with him without your knowledge? Because that sounds very safe."
