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Disorder

Everything seemed soothing when Emma and I were headed to her place. It was quite a weird picnic date, but I think it went well with her. As we approached Emma's home, I noticed a car parked nearby. Emma told me her parent were home. I asked Emma if she could drop me at my house and would hang out another day when her parent wasn't there. But Emma disagreed with what I had in mind; she wanted to convince me to come inside to meet her parent for the first time. My mind was clear enough that I couldn't handle my stressful head since it gave me headaches. I whined and complained to Emma that I didn't meet her parents at this time. She insisted on holding my hand as she introduced me to her mom and dad. I still had difficulty thinking about this since I had never met someone's parents. Emma held my hand on my lap and gently said, "It's alright. I'm here with you." She said softly, kissing my hand like a pillow on the bed. Her kiss convinced me, so I got out of the house with Emma, and we both held each other's hands tightly as we entered her home.

Emma gently opened the front door without making a loud noise, and I saw the lining room lights on as I heard the sound of the TV. At first, I expected it was haunted, but it wasn't until I listened to slicing from the kitchen. I closed the door before me while Emma shouted at her parent's attention. Emma's voice got the attention of a woman with red hair straight down, blue eyes, and a black skirt with a button-down shirt inside her waist; I figured it was her mom. Emma approached her mom as they hugged each other while I watched them; it wasn't until this huge man passed through my right shoulder and greeted Emma that I found out it was her dad. Her dad wore slim, straight khaki pants and a blue polo shirt. His hair was black, and his eyes didn't match the color of his wife. Emma was glad to see her parent when they began to notice me. They asked Emma who this lovely person you brought home was, and her mom said. Emma introduced me to her parents, and I was nervous to meet her parents for the first time; I was getting goosebumps. Her dad questioned Emma about me. He asked if this was the girl I had hung out with for the last few weeks. Emma nervously said yes as her dad began staring right back at me. He then opens his arm to introduce himself to me. He started by telling his name, which was Mark. And his wife, Rachel, as he taught me. I shook Mark's hand and began asking my name. Mark seems serious but also careful at the same time; the mother looks like she is not too serious when meeting new people. Mark then began asking me these questions that I was wondering why.

"So, Lilia, you, my daughter's friend I've been hanging out with for the past months?"

"Yes, sir," I said rapidly. Wait, why did I call him sir? I might screw myself. Mark's eyebrows rose right after I called him sir.

"Sir, please, no need for sir; you can call me Mark since you've been getting along with my daughter Emma." His wife steps in to intervene.

"Yeah, no worry about my husband; many of Emma's friends come to our home and greet him with respect, but believe me, he is not serious in greeting, so don't judge how he looks as long as you say hello or good afternoon to us."

"Oh, well, thanks for the advice, Ms.Rachel. I said.

"Anyway, I hope my little girl wasn't too crazy today when she was coming to take you out."

"Dad, stop; you are embarrassing me in front of Lilia," She said anxiously.

"No, your daughter was perfect. We had a blast at the park and even had our little picnic together."

"Well, there's nothin' about some good barbeque in cold November months.

"Dad, it wasn't a barbeque; it was just a little snack I brought home." She said.

"Oh well, too bad because I just ate some lunch barbeque made by your lovely mom."

"Stop it, Mark." She said jokingly. Emma and her partner laughed while I pretended to laugh since I didn't want to sound rude if I just wanted to leave without a word. As they finished laughing, Emma told her parent that she would stay for the night until tomorrow. Wait, what? I said to myself inside. Emma never mentioned I was going to stay for the night. Her parents seemed concerned about whether this was a good idea since they hadn't met my parents. They suggested I call my parents to see if this was okay, but I didn't know if this would solve the problem with my parents. So I lied to them by telling them I would spend the night at my friend's place and return home the following day. Emma's parent wasn't sure, as I try not to be too suspicious. Then they both bought it and let me stay for one night.