I'm meeting Misha's parents.. He made me fly out to Massachusetts with him. I'm freaking out and don't know what to do. Yeah if we were friends it wouldn't be a big problem. But I'm dating their son. I love their son. "Babe calm down." Misha grabs my hand and then knocks on the door with his free one.
"Dmirti!" His mom answers.
"Hi mama." He grins and hugs her letting go of me. "This is my boyfriend jensen."
"Jensen!" She gasps. "You're much more handsome in real life."
"Thank you." I blush.
"Cmon in!" She moves out of the way. We carry our bags in and I follow misha down the hall and into his bedroom.
"Wow, babe I knew you were a softy but really?" I look at all the stuffed animals.
"Shut up." He mutters.
"Do they all have names?"
"No!" I grab one and fall onto the bed. "I'm gonna name this one Loui."
"His name is Mr. Racoon!" Misha shouts.
"Oh my god bad you're such nerd." I pull him down onto me.
"I asked my mom if she could put these away..." He mutters.
"No I love them all can I take one home?" I pout my lip out. Misha grabs a puppy one.
"His name is skittles." He hands me it.
"I will take really good care of him." I push my lips to Misha's nose.
"Please keep this between us?"
"I promise. I love you and the other jocks would beat me up for dating such a nerd." I joke.
"Jensen please? I didn't have a good time in school I had hardly any friends and sometimes being back in town reminds me of that. I hated my school and you saying things like tha-" I push my lips to his.
"Shhhh I love you....nerd." I smile still holding the little stuffed animal.
"Ok my dad should be home around 7 tonight. Don't bring up politics, sports or religion. Ok. He will hate you for the rest of your life if you disagree with one of these."
"Here's a question."
"Ok?"
"How are we both gonna sleep on this bed?"
"Cuddling, what we do best." Misha grins getting up.
"Dmitri, jensen!"
"Let's go, Dmitri." I smirk.
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"Wow." I chuckle. "If misha and I had son and we named him after my ex his name would he dick head." I say. His dad breaks out laughing. I look at his mom and see she's not very amused.
"I'll clear the table." She says.
"Let me help." I grab Misha's plate and stack it on mine. "I'm sorry if that joke offended you." I say putting the dishes in the sink.
"You get two differnt personalities around us." She says.
"I want to impress you guys. I mean I love misha so much and i do wanna marry him but I want to make you guys like me before I carry on with anything." I tell his mom the truth.
"You want to marry my boy?" She asks.
"Yeah. I'm gonna wait a couple more months but u have been thinking about it."
"As long as you treat him nice and he loves you and you love him that's all I need to like you."
"Really?" I smile.
"Yeah but my husband is not the same way." She smirks. "Do whatever to get him to like you."
"Thank you." She englufs me in a hug this time I hug back.
"Hey come on." Misha walks in and grabs my hand. I wave at his mom and sot back at the table.
"What kinda sports do you like, son?" His dad asks. I look at misha afraid.
"Baseball.."
"What team?"
"The dodgers.." Both of them grin widely.
"I like you." He points at me.
