This time it haves to work out, it haves to. Pete and you are highschool sweetheart, from a very long time, but the difference in between you two is huge and very much noticable. It's like mirroring two perfect opposites, you're clean, neat, organized, you're reserved and polite, a teenage girl with hopes and goals you got your priorities straight, don't talk where you don't need to and have a closed group of friends, in your free time you like working on sane hobbies, reading, studying, and stuff like that. And then there's Pete, Pete is, loud and rough, he's rough around every edge, a troublemaker, shameless, cheeky, aggressive, firm and determined, impulsive, truthful and honest, his skull could be the hardest thing on earth, he always needs to speak up and say his truth, and if something doesn't sit right with him he won't accept it, he focuses on work and soccer, the team, his little apartment, his life is made of fun in his free time, drinks, friends, nights out and loud chatting and laughing, and then, obviously you, you, god knows how you two fell in love, really, but if there's one thing sure it's that you two are good for each other, Pete breaks the silence in your life, makes you live it, gives you that little spark that colors your gray, and you calm Pete's life, teach him to slow down and be decent. But there's a problem, your family. They disapprove him, completely, and you still recall the way it went the first time they met, and the quarrelsome and disastrous way it finished too, as you had to drag out Pete out of the house, to the car. But this time you two are determined, so you retry, somehow you managed to convince your parents to meet him again. Now he's at your door again, dressed up in a pair of clean jeans a white sweater, his hair his buzzed neatly and he's shaved clean, and for once you could say that he almost looks like a good guy if it hasn't for this air of a thug he haves, he clenched and unclenched his jaw, taking a small breath and ringing the doorbell.