I really just don't want to be here.

Oh, great. One of those mothers that had to have everything big and fancy, and he got the feeling she was a control freak, too. Well, hopefully she would be nice. "Heh, sounds great," Nicolas said, forcing a delighted tone and smile, though he hoped she couldn't tell he was forcing it. "Can't wait to meet her... what's your dad like?"

Hopefully her dad would be the opposite, though he wouldn't be surprised if he was the exact same.

"They're rich."

Oh, great, they were rich too! Her mother was probably going to be stuck up. She was already a control freak, couldn't have anything be small, and he was almost sure being stuck up came along with that list of traits. Nicolas doubted they were going to like him, seeing as how he was an orphan, wasn't exactly rich, and his little brother had problems. Not like he cared, really; all he cared about was that Mery loved him.

But... he did wonder why had she never told him. Ah, well, not like it mattered.

"They aren't going to like me, are they?" the seventeen-year-old asked softly.

Nicolas laughed. "You sure?" he asked, not wanting to bring up him reasons for believing otherwise at the moment. He knew that if Sabriel came along to meet her parents with them, he was going to have to take his medication. The last think the older male wanted to happen was for his little brother to have a mood swing.

He laughed. "No, you wouldn't," he told her. "So I get to meet them soon? And should we risk Sabriel coming?" he asked quietly. He didn't want Sabriel to ruin anything, even though his little brother couldn't really help it if he had a mood swing.

"Right," Nicolas said. "I just hope he doesn't have a mood swing or anything..." The male sighed, deciding that, like she said, Sabriel would have to come to. He just hoped his little brother could actually try and behave for this, seeing as how it was quite important.