Your parents hates Michael. They've heard rumors about him, that he supposedly sells pot or drugs, and that he beats up anyone who even looks at him.

However, these are just rumors, and he only beats people who simply make him really angry or when someone says something inappropriate about you.

You decided to invite Michael over for dinner. Your parents only knew that you were inviting someone, but you didn't say who, so as not to argue just before dinner. You set the table. Everything in your head was perfect.

A moment later, Michael rang the doorbell and came in, he was wearing his silver chain and bracelet that you gave him for his birthday, he was wearing a black sports shirt that hugged his muscles and gray sweatpants along with Jordan 4 military blacks that he earned himself.

Your parents hadn't arrived yet so you and Michael were sitting on the couch in the living room, your head was on his chest and he was stroking your hair with one hand, you were watching some movie.

A moment later you could hear someone entering the house, so you and Michael got up and started heading to the dining room.

"Ma, are you sure bout that?" Michael said quietly, squeezing your hand.

You nodded in response, you stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the forehead "I'm sure"

You entered the dining room, where your parents had managed to sit down at the table.

"Hello" Michael says "Nice to finally meet you" Michael says emphasizing the word "nice".

Your younger brother Zion quickly went down the stairs and greeted Michael, you could even say he hugged him because they both liked each other very much.

''Michael!'' Zion said, showing his baby teeth with a smile.

''Yo, little man, hru?''

When Zion started telling Michael something, your mom walked up to you, grabbed your arm and led you to your room.

''Can you explain to me what this thug is doing in our house?'' Your mom says angrily.