If there was one thing that could be remembered as your trademark, it was how bad your taste in men was. Honestly, you could have lost count of how many times Fiona had reprimanded you by bringing in men who looked like the vocabulary of red flags, or how many times Debbie took a quiz that could honestly be administered by police officers.

That's because, deep down, even Liam knew that you were not into boys at all.

That was until you met her. Your newest love.

You swallowed hard, knowing it was foolish to give in and let your girlfriend meet your family, but it couldn't hurt to try. You combed your already messy hair, and turned to your girlfriend who had a warm smile on your kissable lips.

"Fiona!" You called as you entered, not bothering to knock, while Fiona's sharp eyes, and soon all the other curious eyes of her brothers noticing a girl beside her and your hand on her waist. "Who is?"