Parents

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"Hey babe, my parents are coming over today!" I yelled through our shared apartment, expecting him to hear me.

"Okay, that's cool!" He shouted back. I continued doing my make-up, getting ready for the day.

Sam met my parents before, but that was a long time ago. But I don't think my parents had changed their mind about Sam.

Whenever I called them or met up with them, they'd ask how Sam was. Somehow my parents were always a big fan of him.

Especially my dad.

They had a lot in common and he would always talk to me about things that he and Sam would discuss.

Let's not forget the part where dad says, "Samuel would've listened." and sighs.

Two hours later and we were picking up my parents from airport. They live in Omaha and Sam and I were living in LA. So we couldn't particularly see each other a lot. "Y/N! Look at you! Ah, my beautiful baby." My mom said as she saw me.

We hugged each other tightly and I laughed at my mom's cheesiness. "Thanks mom." I awkwardly said.

I was never good with compliments, okay.

"Hi sweetie." Dad said as he pulled me into a hug. "You look... you."

And my dad was also never good at telling people compliments.

"Thanks. You look... old." I teased. He rolled his eyes and playfully smacked my arm. "Ouch, I'm reporting you to the police!" I faked my hurt and whined a little.

He sighed and shook his head. "Samuel," dad walked over to him and they hugged a little.

Somehow, Sam wasn't feeling uncomfortable with it. "I'm actually happy to see you, unlike Y/aN." I stuck out my tongue at him. "How do you keep up with her?" He sighed.

"Honest answer is that I don't," Sam responded. "she's a pain in the ass."

"Thanks." I said to the both of them as I rolled my eyes. "Males will always be males, am I right mom?"

She sighed and nodded quickly. "How do we keep up with them?"

***

We were at our apartment now and they complimented our furniture. "Thanks... I think?" I told them unsure.

"It's very classy and neat, something I have never seen before from you, Y/N." My dad teased. This had been going on since the moment they arrived here and Sam happily laughed with him.

Just like my mom. "Who do you think who actually furnished it?" Sam continued.

They started laughing again and I chuckled. "Do you guys want something to eat, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N?" Sam asked.

"What about me?"

"You don't get food." He teased. I gasped and he winked at me.

"Don't call us Mr and Mrs, Sam. That's sounds terrible." Mom whined. Dad agreed and nodded.

"Alright, Connie, Brandon, do you guys want something to eat? I can just run to the other side of the street for some lunch!" Sam offered.

It felt weird, hearing my parents' names.

But being my usual parents, they declined. Sam insisted but they declined over and over again.

I knew both of these people very well, and I most definitely knew that neither of them were going to stop. "We still have pasta or whatever in the pantry, I'll go make some. Done. Problem solved!" I shouted in between the arguing.

They were both polite, maybe a little at some times. "I'll make it." Sam offered. He stood up but I pulled him back on the couch.

"Last time you offered making dinner, you nearly started a fire." I scoffed. His cheeks turned into a more pinkish color and I laughed at him.

"That was one time!" Sam defended.

"Don't worry, Sam. You're not on your own." My mom assured him while glaring at dad who was looking like he didn't know what she was talking about.

I stood up and quickly made us all some food with my mom. We got to catch up a little and Sam and my dad started talking about their interests again.

After we finished making the food we sat on the dinner table, talking about my embarrassing childhood.

Thank God they didn't bring old pictures.

But it's nothing Sam hadn't seen before. "Have I showed the picture of her dressed as Satan?" Mom said.

Sam burst out of laughing and I shook my head while looking at my pasta. "It was Megan's fault." I sighed at the thought of my sister dressing me as the devil.

Mom took out her iPhone and started searching like a lunatic for the picture. "Nineteen years later and y'all are still embarrassing." I commented.

"Nineteen years later and you still don't understand that that's our job, honey." My mother shot back.

"Nineteen years later and you still hadn't got used to it." Dad added.

"Damn, babe. Your parents are better at roasting than you are, though." Like it wasn't enough, Sam decided to top it off.

"You guys are so mean." I over-exaggerated.

"I'm great at roasting. Especially meat." Mom said.

Sam and I burst out laughing while my parents were still clueless. "What?" They both said, not knowing what was so funny. "Roasting meat is good, right?" Mom asked.

"We meant a different type of roasting." I told them.

"Roasting... vegetables?" Dad asked unsure.

"Can you?" Sam asked, getting slightly interested in the topic of food.

"I don't know. It seems pretty logical to me if–"

Mom decided to cut off dad. "Can someone explain me what roasting is?"

"Look it up." I told her while sipping my coffee.

"If I'm going to Google it, am I going to see porn?" We all laughed and I shook my head.

"Last time you told me to 'Google it' I suddenly faced a page full of naked, photoshopped people."

"But that was freaking fellatio! And I don't want to talk about that ever again, thank you." That was a weird time... And I'd rather not talk about sex with my parents and boyfriend in the same damn room.

"I still don't–"

"Dad, one word about that and I'm kicking you out." I interrupted him before he could continue about the gross subject.

"Sam, help me out!"

"Babe, I like your parents. Don't do that." He whined while giving me a puppy look.

I glared at him and managed to chuckle a little. "I think you might like my parents more than you like me."

He shrugged. "Maybe." I widened my eyes and slapped his arm. "Love you." He quickly whispered before setting the dishes in the sink.

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