Once we made it to Mom's house, we both got out of the car as I looked up at the house.

"Oh my gosh, it looks exactly the same.." I mumbled.

Patrick came over and took my hand in his, lifting it up to his lips to place a soft kiss on it.

We both started walking up the steps, and before we reached the door, mom opened it.

"Hey, Guys!" She Said. "Come on in."

We approached the door, and she let us in.

"Do you mind taking off your shoes? I just got the floors waxed." She Said, making her way back into the kitchen.

Patrick leaned down, taking off his nice dress shoes, as I toed off my heels, setting then neatly by the door.

I looked down at Patrick's feet, smiling a bit.

"My gosh, Patrick, my feet are bigger then yours." I laughed.

He chuckled a bit as Abigail walked into the room.

"Oh, hey.." she mumbled.

I rolled my eyes a bit. She seemed just overjoyed to see me.

She went back into the kitchen, and I looked over at Patrick.

"Wow.." he mumbled.

"I know.." I groaned.

Jenna walked in, looking at both of us.

"Yay, you made it!" She Exclaimed. "I had to stop at the store to grab something."

She pulled a bottle of wine out of a paper bag.

"What's the occasion?" I Asked.

"Well..." she started. "We're all together. This never happens since you stayed in Chicago."

I bit my lip, looking down a bit. "Right.."

There was a moment of silence, then mom stepped in.

"Dinner's Ready." She Said.

"Oh, good!" Jenna quickly perked up. "Come on, guys."

Patrick and I exchanged glances before following Jenna into the kitchen, where Abigail and Elizabeth were already sitting at the table.

"Go ahead, Sit, Guys." Mom Said.

Patrick and I found a couple of chairs beside each other so we could be close, and sat down. Jenna went and sat next to Abigail and Elizabeth, and Mom sat at the end of the table.

We all started putting food on our plates, in complete silence. I was at least expecting some small talk, but really? They didn't even have the decency to speak to me or Patrick?

It was the same awkward silence as we ate, and I felt a familiar wave of nausea come over me.

"I'll be back.." I Said in a rushed tone, pushing my chair away from the table and running to the bathroom.

I hadn't noticed, but Jenna had gotten up and ran after me. She stepped into the room and shut the door as I leaned over the toilet, throwing up again.

She stood there for a moment, then something seemed to dawn on her.

I looked up at her, biting my lip.

"Emma?" She Asked. "You're pregnant, aren't you?"

Patrick's POV

After Emma and Jenna left, their mom stood up, motioning into the other room to the twins.

They stood as well, following her into the other room, leaving me on my own.

I Mean, how rude. Who leaves guests alone in a strange house?

I decided to go check on Emma, and stood, beginning to make my way over to the bathroom door.

However, I stopped when I heard my name.

I heard it coming from the bedroom down the hall, and began to hesitantly walk down. Now, I don't typically snoop. I don't like to.

But, hearing my own name said made me curious, so I pressed my ear against the door, listening in.

"Did you hear what he does for a living?" It was Emma's mom speaking. "He's in a band...just like her, he can't get a real job. How will he even take care of her?"

"He probably has a bunch of groupies." One of the twins clicked her tongue.

"He's just not good enough for her." Emma's mom mumbled.

I felt my heart break a bit. I wasn't good enough for Emma? Is that what they really thought?

They only just met me. Why couldn't they give me a chance?

I felt a lump in my throat, and I tried to swallow it back. My eyes began to fill with tears, and I turned around running over to the door and out of the house.

I sat down on the front steps, covering my face with my hands.

I don't know why I let it hurt me so much. Emma already told me that her opinion on me doesn't matter.

However, I cared so much about Emma. I loved her more then anything. I would always take care of her.

Maybe I just wanted to be accepted by them. I thought they would've at least acted better with me in the house. You think they'd wait to talk about me behind my back once Emma and I left or something.

I sighed, burying my face in my hands.

Emma's POV

After Jenna and I left the bathroom, no one was at the table anymore.

Mom, Abigail, and Elizabeth were just coming out of the bedroom, and I looked around.

"Guys, where's Patrick?" I Asked.

"Uh.." mom mumbled. "I'm not sure.." She looked at Abigail and Elizabeth, and my heart dropped.

"What did you say?" I Asked between gritted teeth.

"N-nothing!" She Shouted.

"Then why are you getting defensive?" I Asked.

"I..." mom started.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I Asked. "This is why I never come back."

I turned on my heel sharply, grabbing my shoes along with Patrick's from in front of the door.

I stepped outside, slipping my high heels on as I made my way over to Patrick, who was sitting on the steps.

"Hey, Patrick.." I Said, sitting beside him. "You left your shoes."

I held them out for him, and he took them. "Thanks."

I nodded.

There was silence for a while as I played with the ends of my hair, but Patrick finally spoke.

"She said I wasn't good enough for you." He mumbled, and I looked up at him. "I mean, I already knew I wasn't..."

"Hey, don't talk like that.." I Said quietly, reaching out and touching his arm. "I'm the one who's not good enough for you. You're seriously the cutest, most talented musician in the world, and me? I'm just a punk singer who only has like, ten fans."

He sighed. "I'm not talented."

"Come on, now you're just lying to yourself." I mumbled, wrapping an arm around him. "Listen...lets get out of here, go back to the hotel.."

He was silent for a moment, but nodded.

I brought myself to my feet, reaching my hand out to help him off of the steps as well.

We both made our way to the car, getting in. I looked back up the house, a sigh escaping my lips.

"If they think they can talk about you like that, I'm never coming back." I mumbled.

He started up the car and drove off, just as Jenna stood in front of the door.

I held up my hand to my ear like a phone, and mouthed, 'I'll call you.'