/// I know that gif is of michael holding a fans hand but pretend it's mae just for the sake of the story ///

"This is your idea of something insane?"

Michael and I sat in my car that was parked in my dad's driveway. I had a tight grip on the steering wheel, my breathing was uneven, sweat was collecting on my forehead and other places, and my leg would not stop bouncing. To say I was nervous was an understatement.

"Well, you're not wrong," Michael continued, running a hand anxiously through his hair.

"This was a bad idea," I said meekly, staring at the huge mansion my father lived in. It was elegant and almost Victorian looking. There was a driveway that was at least 200 feet long, with a giant fountain in front of the house. Huge Weeping Willow and Cherry Blossom trees surrounded the yard, and I idly wondered if my dad planted those cause he knew they were my favorite trees, ever since I was a child. The yard was as green as it could be, and I could see a worker planting flowers in a garden. It was beautiful, but it was too big.

"This was such a bad idea," I said again, smacking my head onto the steering wheel. Michael placed a hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze, causing my insides to tingle and my cheeks to heat up.

"Maybe it won't be so bad," he said in a soft voice.

"You just said this was insane!" I screeched, my voice cracking as I looked at him. He offered me a small smile and I sighed. He was just trying to be a good boyfriend.

"Only one way to find out," he grinned, leaning over and placing a deep kiss to my lips. All my worries washed away and my entire body relaxed. I frowned when he pulled away and climbed out of the car. I quickly climbed out as well and ran after him and he walked up the pathway to the big front door. I grabbed hold of his hand and nervously clung to his side.

"God, I feel like I'm meeting your parents, not the other way around," I confessed, making Michael chuckle. We stopped in front of the door.

"Ready?" He asked, looking down at me. He gave me a reassuring smile, tucking a lose strand of blonde hair behind my ear.

"No," I admitted, but rang the doorbell anyway.

After a minute of waiting and no answer, my nerves started building up even more. But when the door finally swung open, it wasn't my dad, or even a maid like I half expected. It was a young girl, who had short dark brown hair and blue gray eyes.

And she screamed so fucking loud that both Michael and I had to cover our ears.

"Oh my God!!" She yelled out, and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. She started running in place out of excitement and shaking her hands and squealing.

"I think she knows who you are," I whispered to Michael as we both watched the girl freak out. He was probably used to this but this was definitely new for me.

"I think I'm going to die. I'm dying. Oh my God, Michael Clifford is standing in my doorway. Is this real life? Am I already dead? I'm dead, aren't I?" She grabbed my arm, squeezing it really hard.

"Nope, definitely alive," I groaned, prying her fingers off of me. She screamed one more time before pushing her hair behind her ear.

"Oh my god, hi," she said to Michael, smiling at him. "I'm B and I'm in love with you."

My eyebrows shot up. Now that's a proper fangirl.

"Er, hi," Michael, smiled shyly.

"Please," B said hastily, grabbing Michael's wrist and pulling him inside the house. "Come in."

She kicked the door closed and stood too close for my liking to Michael.

"Do you need anything? Water? A snack? My virginity?"

I blanched. Did she really just say that? Out loud? She just stood there with a glazed look as she stared dreamily at my boyfriend, smiling until she realized what she just said.

"Oh God, I said that out loud didn't I?" She frowned, her cheeks turning pink. Michael's entire face was red and I couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

"Is my d- er, Richard, is he here?" I asked, pushing my glasses up my nose nervously. B looked at me like she didn't even know I'd been standing here the whole time. She narrowed her eyes at me for a second, then at Michael and I's intertwined fingers.

"Dad!" She yelled out, and I blanched again. Dad?

B crossed her arms over her chest defensively as she gave me the death glare. A few seconds later my dad rounded the corner with a big smile on his face. He wore a plain white shirt and some jeans, while a pair of black rimmed glasses rest on his nose, and his graying hair was a mess.

"Meredith!" He exclaimed. He opened his arms wide and pulled me in for an awkward hug.

"Meredith?" B scoffed. "That's Meredith?"

Jeez, I'm beginning to wonder how many times I'm going to hear that this week.

My dad laid his eyes on Michael and his smile dropped and he narrowed his eyes. Dear god, please don't let him go all "protective dad" on me.

"Who's this?"

I sighed quietly. "Dad, this is Michael, my-"

"Her boyfriend, sir," Michael finished, sticking his hand out. My dad, to my surprise, politely shook it. B scoffed again and rolled her eyes before running up the humungous set of stairs.

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend, Meredith," My dad said, looking at me now. He briefly shook his head and then fake smiled. "Dinner should be ready soon. Come, make yourself at home."

We walked through the house till we reached the living room, which held a pure white C shaped couch, a flat screen TV that had to be at least 72 inches, along with a beautiful grandfather clock and a coffee table, and a huge fireplace. Numerous paintings were scattered on the walls and the carpet looked softer than Michael's tummy, which seemed impossible.

My dad plopped down on the far end of the couch while Michael and I sat on the other end. We all sat quietly till a lady walked in holding a platter with 3 glasses of water.

"So," my dad began and I mentally groaned. He took a sip of his water and continued. "Mitchell, is it?"

"Michael," I snapped. He was doing this on purpose, I knew he was.

"Michael," he faked smiled. "What are you in school for?"

"Uh, I'm not in school, sir." I could feel the awkwardness rolling off of Michael. I squeezed his hand - which he hadn't let go of since we got out of the car.

"Oh?" My dad said in mock shock. My anger flared. He had no right to all of a sudden be the protective dad. He just came back into my life and I was already on the verge of kicking him back out.

"Do you work?"

"Sort of," Michael rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm in a band."

"You're not in one of those boy bands are you?" My dad grimaced. That wasn't really the answer I was expecting him to say. Michael scoffed.

"God no, we're punk rock."

"You're not punk rock," I rolled my eyes and he shoved my shoulder with his.

"I play guitar," Michael said proudly.

"But she's into drummers," I said under my breath, giggling to myself.

"You'll have to let me hear after dinner," my dad insisted. I raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" Michael smiled, pleased with the fact that he clearly won my dad over.

"Maybe you can teach my son a little something," my dad chuckled. I rolled my eyes and reached for my water.

Suddenly a figure walked into the room and I spit out my drink, making water spray everywhere.

"Speak of the devil..."

"Levi?"

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