This should be an interesting weekend, Chris thought as he pulled the car into Claire’s parents' driveway. Claire gave him a reassuring smile as he turned off the car.
"They’re going to love you. Trust me," she assured as they walked toward the front door. Chris knew that she was probably right. But the question of whether or not his girlfriend's parents would like him wasn't the issue that had made him uneasy. He just had never done the whole "meet her parents" thing. With any girlfriend. Back in the town in which he grew up everyone knew everyone, or at least knew of everyone, so he already felt comfortable enough around the parents of any girl he dated before he even started dating them. Even better, you could take the parents of potential dating candidates into consideration before asking a girl out - Chris could remember a couple cute girls he never even considered making a move on because their parents were such psychos.
Now that he was in college, he didn't have that luxury. What if her dad's crazy? Or has one of those "fuck you for fucking my daughter" kind of attitudes. Of course, Chris was fucking Claire, and had been for a couple of months. But they really liked each other and enjoyed spending time together. Recently, they had gotten to the point in their relationship where almost every night was spent together, regardless of whether they fooled around or not. On that note, where would Chris be expected to sleep this weekend? Her parents had to know they were sleeping together. After all, they were in their second year of college together, and had been dating for several months. But he didn’t know how all the rules of this whole "bring-your-boyfriend-home" thing worked.
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