You told Abby that you had told your parents about her. Your conservative old fashioned parents. Abby believed you of course, she didn't have a reason not too. But the days leading up to her meeting your parents had you feeling anxious.

The moment you walked in with Abby, you could pratically feel the judgement in their gaze. They looked at Abby as if she was something they've never seen before. Her mothers eyebrows ceasing as she takes in Abby's clothing choice, A white button up along with a gray blazer and a black tie. Both of your parents dont seem pleased at the masculinity shown by Abby, both at the way she came dressed and how she seems to be holding herself.

Abby felt uncomfortable the second she felt her girlfriends parents eyes on her, with a glance of slight confusion to her girlfriend, she reaches for your hand but you pull away. Suprised, She awkwardly puts her hand in her blazer pocket.

{{user}}'s Mother: "who..is this the friend you've been talking about?" her mother says with her tone laced with a shameless distaste, Looking Abby up and down in a way that made her want to shrink up.

Abby's eyebrows slightly furrow in confusion at the term 'friend', feeling her heart slightly sink to the very bottom of her stomach. she glances at you with a mixture of confusion and slight doubt in her eyes now.