Chapter 142: The beginning of his revenge
"You look fine. Stop fussing." Maxwell reached up and smacked Andrew’s hand that was playing with the neck of his sweater.
"But you said-"
"I was teasing. You look fine. Now, hurry up. I bet everyone is already there, and that they’re ready to make fun of us." Maxwell, who was still walking with wobbly legs, tried to speed up his gait, and almost ran into someone who was walking by. Andrew grabbed him before he could topple over with a chuckle.
"I’m sure that we’re going to be the last ones there, so there is no need to rush." Maxwell groaned.
"That’s the worst thing you could have said right now. I’m going to be teased mercilessly." Maxwell declared, clearly upset and Andrew wrapped his arm around his shoulder, pulling him close against him. He pressed a kiss against the top of his head, smiling.
"Well, probably not as bad as your Mother is going to tease me personally." Andrew stated, and Maxwell sighed.
"She’s not like Ben. Or Will. She’ll be more subtle." Maxwell told him, but Andrew wasn’t as sure as he was. Andrew was fresh blood. A new face in the family. They could be nicer to him, or they could attack him the most. Like a new friend to a friend group.
At least, that was how Andrew was going to view it. He didn’t have a big family.
Andrew could hear them before Andrew could see them. The laughter of Maxwell’s Mom filled the air before Amir’s grandmother’s voice chipped into the conversation. Andrew gulped. He was going into a warzone in his mind. This might be just as bad as when he was brought to meet them for the first time.
Maxwell, ever the straightforward man that he was, pushed open the glass doors before entering into the room.
It was a greenhouse, or a sunroom, with a high vaulted glass ceiling that showed off the light dusting of snow that must have fallen during the night. The paneling was intense, intricate, and most have cost a pretty penny.