Living With Him

Fifteen: Meet the Parents without Ben Stiller

Meeting your boyfriend's parents in nerve-wracking, right? Even the thought of it will make you all jittery inside because of the 'what ifs' going on inside your head.

What if they won't like me?

What if they think I'm not good enough for their son?

What if I'm too good-looking for their son?

So shouldn't it be easier to think about it if it's a fake relationship you have?

The answer, for me, is capital N-O—as in NO. It's in no way easier because these parents should be convinced that I've built such a huge un-pop-able love bubble with their child. Plus I've never met my exes' parents before. Those dumb buffoons. But then again, I've never introduced them to my parents or even to my grandmother.

Only my extra long baguette boss was the only one who got introduced to their graves. And it was him who introduced himself and not me.

So I spent almost an hour inside my closet as soon as my employer's devilish brother left the room early this morning. I didn't even wait for my employer to wake up before leaving his black and white room.

I had to think of a get up that would portray me as someone carefree but I wanted to look sophisticated because the image of Ms. Sky would always pop up inside my mind. But then I scolded myself and decided I shouldn't think about trying to look like my supposed-to-be boyfriend's ex because I am not her and I am perfect just the way I am.

And so I wore a cream colored, sleeveless dress which has these blue stripes and fuchsia waves above the hem. I then looked for the cute blue flats I saw the other day to match and took one of my fuchsia headbands to trap my hair because I couldn't decide what to do with it.

Now I don't really wear makeup too much so I decided to go with my usual thing: powder, lipstick (I wore a nude pink color) and light blush on (coral because I like the color). I'd put on some eyeliner but decided not to so I can have this colorful yet sweet thing theme my dress has.

When I was all satisfied, I walked out of the room and out of the house to get some air.

I'm a bit petrified to be honest because I don't know how these things go and some alone time before we leave would be good for me to gather my thoughts.

I was actually having a great alone time when my Ariana Grande's "Piano" played, indicating that someone was calling me. Disclaimer: I am not a huge Ariana Grande fan. I just happened to like the song which made me replace my old ringtone which was "Marvin Gaye".

I raised my brows before answering because Audrey doesn't normally call often and this early in the morning.

"Bitch" she said as soon as I answered.

"What did I do?" I asked because the last time she called me 'bitch' was when I spilled something on her couch... or maybe it was that one time I caught her and her boyfriend doing something dirty on the couch where I sleep. Which basically narrows it down to her calling me a bitch when I do something wrong.

"Are you dating our boss? I mean, your boss? But then he's my boss' boss which makes him my boss too—whatever! Are you?"

"Wow the accusation so early in the morning" I widened my eyes hoping she'd feel that on the other end of the line.

"Don't you widen your eyes at me!"

See, she felt it.

"Where did you hear that?" I suddenly got curious because I never told her anything. Did my employer spread rumors? Probably not. Maybe it's the brother since he said he tried finding out what my secrets are. Maybe he asked around and happened to ask Audrey.