'First impressions are often entirely wrong'. Unfortunately, they're also the only things that you remember about someone. I have a serious problem with 1st impressions. I always manage to fuck them up by saying something stupid or ridiculous, on the other hand, the parents in question are Snow White and Prince Charming. How weird can I possibly be to freak them out?

Emma got me out of my LBD. Well, she ripped it off me and then we did some stuff. Then she chose a different outfit for me. A mid-length blue number that is somewhere in between conference and party.

Her parents only know that Emma has invited a very special friend who, according to her 10 year old child happens to be her true love, joining them for dinner. I am worried, though. Will Snow and Charming be ready to accept that their only child, who, it turns out, is also a princess (that's right, I'm dating a fairy-tale princess) is bisexual? I've not even told MY dad!

I leave my room and walk outside. I just remember that no one told me the way to Emma's parents house when I see Emma's little yellow bug. I smile. Allison had always wanted one of those. It took an identity change and a new life for her to get one.

I get in and kiss Emma on the cheek.

"Ready?" She looks worried.

"No. What if I go all weird? 'Cause I do that, especially when I meet boy or girlfriend's parents. I think it goes back to high school. My boyfriend's parents walked in on us having sex. I've been nervous around parents ever since."

"You're rambling. And hey, don't sweat. You'll win them over with the trademark Remy Hadley charm. They'll love you. Just, maybe lock the doors when we're having sex." She grinned.

I raised an eyebrow. "You're already thinking about having sex with me?" I ask innocently.

"Well, yeah. We were amazing. Do you remember that 1 time at-"

"-Tiger Heat?" We say in perfect sync. We laugh and then we start making out. 15 minutes later Emma pulled away, her lips pink and swollen. Her hair was messed up. She checked herself in the mirror.

"Shit." She reached in the glove compartment, and pulled out a brush. I laugh. That's the Allison side. Prepared for everything. While she's fixing her hair, I take the opportunity to smooth out my hair. I don't need the brush 'cause my hair isn't as bad.

"We're gonna be late." Allison side. Again. It's cute.

"Well, let's go, then." I kiss her again. She starts driving. 5 minutes later, we arrive outside a building. It doesn't look like much. We go in. It's a 1st floor apartment. I was expecting a palace. This is better. I would feel over my head if it actually was a palace. This was so much more normal. We knock and wait. The door opens.