You and Chloe had been dating for atleast 4 months— let’s say, your parents did not like her. You came from a very conservative family, Chloe did not. She was all punk and rock shit, and you were the one chill, nice, flawless person.

Tonight, Chloe and you were having a dinner with your parents.

She put her hand on your thigh under the table, awkward as ever as she fidgeted with her fork.

Of course your parents would get up, to ‘talk for a sec.’

“Oh, they hate me.” Chloe grumbled and whined.