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His Parents Learn To Love You-(Matt Prater)

(Y/H/T)-Your Home Town

Matt's parents gave you a disappointing look, accompanied by a frown. "Come on in" his mom grumbled. You hesitantly walked into the house with Matt. "That dress is a little short" his dad observed. "I think she looks fine" Matt protested. "Well of course, all your other girlfriends were sluts, so I'm not surprised you brought her home." You shrunk beside Matt. Matt clenched his jaw in anger. "Dad." "What is something wrong?" he asked, nonchalantly. "Yeah-" "Dinner is ready!" his mom interrupted, "I made your favorite, Matt." Matt led you to the kitchen. Everyone took a seat at the table. You and Matt across from his parents. His mom made everyone their plate and then she too, took a seat at the table. "So, where are you from?" his father asked as he ate. "I'm from (Y/H/T)." "Oh, isn't that the ghetto?" "Dad!" Matt growled. "It's just a simple question! Let her answer!" he snapped back.

"It's a little poorer than other areas, but it's not all that bad as a ghetto." "So the education must be way worst right?" "It was alright." "That's what a ghetto is, a poor area" he scoffed, "so anyway what type of education do you all have in the ghetto?" "Dad, we need to talk. Outside." You stood up. Steam blowing out of your ears; your face turning red with anger. "No, Matt, it's fine," you turned to his dad, "I'll have you know that I graduated at the top of my class. I went to Stanford University, and I have my Master's degree in finance. And I working on my Doctoral." He looked at you surprised. "I don't know what you have against me, but you better get over it. Don't compare me to those other 'sluts', that he dated, because you don't even know me!" His father sat back appalled as you grabbed you purse and walked out of the house. Matt stopped you before you got into the car. "(Y/N), I'm so sorry-" "Don't apologize for them."

A male voice chimed in, "Well, I'm sorry." Matt's dad and mom stood at the door behind you. You stared at him. "All I want is for Matt to find a nice young woman, who has plans for their life. It was wrong for me to not give you a chance." You sighed. "And I shouldn't have gone off on you like I did-" "You had every right to go on me. I acted like a jackass." "As long as Matt is happy, I'm happy" his mom interjected. Matt put an arm around your shoulders. "Now that we're on the same page, let's go finish dinner, I'm starving." "All you think about is eating" you teased. "You should have seen him when he was a infant, he was the chubbiest little baby!" his mom squealed, "I have a box full of just of his baby pictures, you should see the photo-shoots we made him do. In one his little butt-" "Mom!" he groaned, "can you not?" "Alright, sweetie, sorry." As Matt walked inside she pulled you over. "I'll still let you see them." He turned around. "What was that?" he asked. You grinned mischievously. "Nothing."

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