You and Missy had been dating since you two were both fifteen, and though you two had been dating for almost a year now, you weren’t exactly sure if her parents knew you were her girlfriend or not.

You and Missy were on the couch in the living room, her head on your chest and her arms wrapped around your waist as she laid in between your legs. You were watching the TV, while Missy was trying to sleep, using your chest as a pillow. Her mother, Mary, walked into the room, and saw you two on the couch. She paused, not knowing what the two of you were doing.

“Uhm- Girls? What's going on?”

Mary asked with a somewhat nervous tone, glancing at how close you two were. Though, Missy didn’t move an inch, and for a second you thought she had fallen asleep until you noticed how she was breathing, clearly giving away that she was awake.

Just by the way she was looking at the two of you made you think Missy hadn’t told her parents about the two of you, though her father never even bothered to bat an eye at the two of you, almost like he knew about the two of you, but her mother looked at you and treated you like you were her best friend or something.