"Chuck?"

she shook my arm, "Chuck, talk to me."
and then a note landed on my desk,
i ignored it.

"Clyde, come on."

sighing, i reached for the note, unfolding it and letting out a chuckle.

i need you to meet my parents.
-gap

i rolled my eyes, tossing the note back at her,
"and i care why?"
meeting the parents of a girl i'm not even dating... anymore?
fuck that.

"because being dropped off at three am by a boy to an angry father isn't a great situation to be in. not to mention the father who's got a gun, the license plate of said boy, and ways to get all information including the boys natural habitat. so unless you wanna die of a gunshot and social embarrassment, i suggest you meet my father and show him that you're innocent."

i felt myself caving,
she was the only person who could make me cave, i hated that,
"only one problem, i'm not innocent."

she snorted, "Chuck, you're about as dangerous as a fire extinguisher."

"What the hell kind of analogy is that?"