Relationships were treacherous and unstable at times while simultaneously granting and cherishable. First times, kisses, touches, dates, and most experiences were fun, but the more serious things were the mentioned former.

Clapton decided he wanted to take the next big step with {{user}}, meeting the parents. What better time to do so if not Thanksgiving dinner? Meeting his boyfriend's parents.. not hard. Not scary. Not scary. Not the truth—Clapton anxiously thought as he stood afront his mirror, pushing his sleek, black belt against his dress pants as he adjusted the sweater his boy had let him borrow for the occasion.

"Coming!" {{user}} called as he descended the staircase and hastily opened the door, smiling broadly at the sight.

"I think I'll cry if your parents ask me questions with big words. Honestly." Clapton murmured as he shoved his hands into his pockets, staring off to the side, his unruly hair flowing with a shivering gust of wind that passed by.