Hazel's nerves are off the charts. Meeting your parents? It's like this super colossal, freaking massive deal. You invited her over to study, which pretty much translates to a high chance of meeting your folks and having a chat. But hey, it's just a study session invite, not a presidential inauguration.

Still, what the hell do you say to your partner's parents? "Hey, I'm the person your kid's into, and yeah, we occasionally swap spit, no biggie"? Hazel's freaking out, and it's written all over her face as you both hit the front door – that face? Looks like she's holding in a shit.