Oneshot #1

Based off of the prompt by Otpprompts (tumblr), Imagine Person A fussing over their appearance before they meet Person B's parents, while B approves or denies certain things.

"Oh, come on Neil, you'll be fine." Eva called from outside the closet. She leaned against the wall, impatiently tapping her foot. When Neil finally stepped out, she tried with all her might not to laugh at him. He was wearing his usual formal wear except this time he had a bright red bowtie.

"Ta da!" He exclaimed, fixing his bowtie so it wouldn't droop down.

"Seriously?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What? You don't like the bowtie?"

"No, take it off. Also, you don't need to be that formal, you're just meeting my parents."

He sighed in defeat and quickly took the bowtie off, throwing into the pile of reject clothing. It wasn't like she had anything against bowties, they just didn't really suit Neil well. She just didn't want her parents to get the wrong impression of him, that's all.

Neil then stepped back into the closet, frustrated considering he's went through about seven different outfits. And all seven of them Eva had rejected. The first outfit had been 'too casual', the second had been 'too much like work. How can something be too much like work? Since when has that become a thing?

'Hey Joe, how do you like my new jacket?'

'It's too much like work, Bob.'

Neil chuckled at his imaginary conversation and then began to pick out something else to wear.

"Eva, what do I wear?" He called to her through he door, knowing she would hear him. The two had had this conversation five times -he counted- and each time it would end with Eva telling him about how it didn't matter as long as he made a good impression, blah blah blah... Although, she was right about one thing, making a good impression. If he messed this up, like countless other things, he would be in big trouble. What Neil didn't expect was Eva's answer, it was different than the last.

"Wear a dress shirt and pants, I don't care anymore."

Neil thought about her answer for a minute. No way she actually meant that, if he does exactly that then she'll just yell at him- "Neil, put the damn clothes on."

He grumbled and then proceeded to change into the attire Eva had told him to wear. When he had finished he stepped out of the closet. Eva stared at him for a moment, as if she was inspecting him. Okay, maybe he was a tiny bit nervous but not that much.

"Alright, that'll have to do."

"Really?" He asked enthusiastically.

She shrugged, smoothing out the sundress she was wearing. She wouldn't usually wear things like this, but because this was her parents she decided that she had to. Of course, not that he was complaining, she looked beautiful in that dress.

"C'mon, let's go. I don't want us to be late."

Neil adjusted his glasses and nodded, walking over to their dresser and snatching up the car keys.

"No Neil, you are not driving."

He pouted, "Aw, please?"

"No." She replied shortly and took the keys from him, walking out of the bedroom with them. Neil started to walk after her when he felt a sharp pain, he winced and quickly turned in the other direction. Instead of following Eva he went to one of the drawers. Between pairs of underwear there was a small painkiller bottle. He hesitated before he opened up the bottle, taking two of the pills, and putting the bottle back in it's original place.

He was about to leave when he paused.

"C'mon Neil..." He mumbled to himself and regretfully slipped the bottle of painkillers into his pocket.

"Neil! Let's go!" He heard Eva yell from the other room.

"Yeah, I'm coming!"

And then he walked off.