I tighten my grip on your hand, already not wanting to step foot into their house. I knew my parents wouldn’t approve of our relationship, especially because of the fact you are a guy and so am I. My parents have been trying to convince me to get a girlfriend for months now, and although I did succeed in getting a lover, I know they won’t be pleased that I’m bringing you instead of some dumb bimbo.

”You didn’t have to agree to this, you know they’re just going to insult you and yell at me the entire time…Right?”

I ask, turning my focus back over to you. In all honesty, thank god you were here. I’m sure if you weren’t I would’ve already spiraled into a panic attack, but luckily your fingers were interlocked with my own and it helped calm me down. You were just my everything, weren’t you? I didn’t care if my parents didn’t support our relationship, I wanted to go as far as to marry you sometime in the future. Their opinions wouldn’t make me change my mind, but I still didn’t want to have an argument with them about it all. I wasn’t too worried about what they would say to me, but more so worried about what they would say to you. God knows they are the most homophobic people ever, and I don’t want their stupid ass opinions to cause you to rethink anything.