From the time she was little, Morgan Andersen has always been a daddy's girl. They did everything together, from ice cream trips and playing soccer, to vacations and going to sports games.
Coming from money, Mr. Andersen has always wanted his belove...
The night where I'm going to prove Morgan's parents wrong, and show them why I'm good for her.
I can't lie, I'm really fucking nervous. I mean, how can I not be? I'm about to be staring down some guy I've never met before and try my best to not make him absolutely hate me. He basically already does, which is honestly really terrifying.
I'm trying my best to keep my cool as I finish smoothing out the light blue button down that I've picked for tonight. My hands shake as I fiddle with the buttons, which is making it extremely difficult to put the shirt on. I take a deep breath and calm myself down, because that's the only way I'll be able to get through this.
Once I finally manage to button my shirt, I quickly run into the bathroom to do a check-over. After smoothing out my shirt maybe seventeen times, I decide I look presentable enough to leave. Hopefully it's good enough.
Running out of the bathroom, I quickly grab the bouquets of flowers that are for Morgan and her mom from off my bed. I also grab the nice bottle of wine I picked out with Adam, because it's no shocker that he knows expensive wine. Granted, he doesn't like the taste of it, but having rich parents gives you a lot of random and unnecessary skills.
Adam is also letting me borrow his sweet Mercedes that he got for his birthday last year for tonight. It's a shiny black SUV, with a black leather interior and the most insane sound system I've ever seen. To say I'm jealous is an understatement, because I would kill to have this car.
I quickly text him again to thank him for letting me borrow this beauty, and load everything up. As I back out of the driveway, the nerves start to take over my body. Meeting the parents of my girlfriend shouldn't be stressful, but I already have an "X" through my name without even doing anything.
I decide on taking the long way to Morgan's house, because I don't want to show up too early. I told her I'd be there at six o'clock sharp, but I also don't want to be too early. The drive to her house is maybe ten minutes from Fulton's, but I left with twenty minutes to spare in order to take the long route and still make it on time.
I know it looks like I'm trying to stall, but I promise I'm not. I just don't know how to handle my nerves without shutting down or getting angry, which I'm working on. This is definitely a good start for me, even though I feel like I'm going to puke at any second.
As I pull into Morgan's driveway, I can't help but feel my breath hitch at the sight of her house. I shouldn't be acting this way, because we've been together for two years and I've seen her house plenty of times. It just awes me every time I see it, because it truly looks like the house you'd read about in a story.
It has a light gray exterior made of stone, with a black roof and windows with a lighter outline. The front yard is massive, with a garage that's just as large to match. The garage doors also match the front door, both being a beautiful dark wood. There are also a lot of stairs, which are the finishing touches to the already extravagant design.
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Taking a deep breath, I open the door and grab the gifts from the passenger seat. My hands are visibly shaking as I walk up the steps, and my stomach is doing flips as I ring the doorbell and wait for the door to open.
The door opens a few seconds later, and I'm incredibly relieved to see Morgan standing in front of me. I immediately bring her into a hug, the gifts in one of my hands and the other on her back. I hold her close to me, relaxing as I breathe in her familiar scent. For this one second, everything feels normal.
I let her go and spin her around, taking a minute to admire her outfit. Shes wearing a cream sweater, with some black leather pants and black ankle high boots to match. She's also wearing silver jewelry today, which is rare for her since she's normally a gold jewelry person. To top everything off, her hair is curled and her makeup looks as good as ever.
She giggles as I spin her around, but my smile is wiped off my face when I hear someone clearing their throat from a few feet away. I look up to see Morgan's parents, and I feel my stomach sink into my feet. Her mom is trying to hide her intrigue, while her dad just looks downright unhappy.
Fuck. He wasn't supposed to see that.
I immediately notice how Morgan is the spitting image of her mother, but she also shares a feature with her dad, one that's always scared me. They have the exact same eyes, which are dark and intense. However, the one difference in them is how they're looking at me right now. Morgan's eyes are gentle and kind, while her dad's are sharp and terrifying.
I swallow my nerves and approach them, sticking my free hand out to them timidly. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Andersen. I'm Dean Portman."
"It's wonderful to finally meet you Dean." Mrs. Andersen says as she offers me a warm smile. "You are very handsome."
I return the smile and hold out one of the rose bouquets to her. "Thank you ma'am. These are for you."
"Dean, they're beautiful!" she exclaims, her eyes bright with gratefulness. "You didn't have to!"
I shrug awkwardly. "It's no problem. It's the least I could do."
She squeezes my shoulder gently and disappears into the kitchen. I take this opportunity to give Morgan her flowers as well, and grin when she throws her arms around me. I make sure to keep my arms in a parent-friendly place as I hug her back, because I really don't feel like getting punched in the face tonight.
After a few seconds, I let her go and approach Mr. Andersen again. I take the bottle of wine out of the bag and hold it out to him, trying my best to keep my hands from shaking. "This is for you, sir."
He takes the bottle silently and observes it carefully. I swear I almost see his lips start to lift upwards into a smile, but they're back in a straight line almost instantly. After an incredibly awkward minute, he finally looks back up at me. "Thank you Dean. This was very thoughtful."
He disappears into the kitchen as well, and emerges with Mrs. Andersen at his side a few seconds later. "So, are we ready to go?"
Morgan nods, and I take this opportunity to open the door for them. We all walk out to the car, and I think I'm in the clear until I hear Mr. Andersen speak.
"I'm assuming that this isn't your car Dean, although it is very nice nonetheless. Showing off a car that doesn't belong to you isn't very impressive, you know."
"Dad!" Morgan yells, giving him her best glare. "Are you serious? He went out of his way to buy Mom and I flowers, buy you an expensive bottle of wine, and is taking us to an expensive dinner that he's paying for. Who cares if this is his car or not?"
I stay silent as I listen to Morgan and her mom criticize Mr. Andersen for his comments, trying not to let them get to my head. At least Mrs. Andersen likes me, because she was also quick to critique her husband for his actions.
The car ride is incredibly awkward, and I really hope that dinner is better than this. If it isn't, then I have absolutely no idea how I'm supposed to be with the girl I love.
