"Buuuuutch!" I try to pry his hand off of me. "I'm gonna bite you I swear!"

"That's nothing new." He responds, I can literally feel his smirk. "You did that last night too."

My whole face heats up, and I look around, making sure no one heard that. Then I hiss under my breath so only he can hear it. "If you're gonna advertise our sex life to everyone around it'll stop existing!"

He chuckles softly, but says nothing else as he continues to drag me.

"Buuuutch!" I whine again. "I don't wanna go!"

"Too bad." He responds, not loosening his grip, or slowing his speed as he drags me down the sidewalk towards. . . His mothers house.

I know, you're thinking I'm over reacting right? 'Oh wow, your boyfriends mom, so scary.' Seriously though, I'm the last person you want to bring home to your mother.

Last time I met a guy I was dating's mother, she made their whole family move. He said it was random, and not because of me, but like hell I'll believe that.

With my to the shoulder, spike tipped, hair, and the snake tattoo wrapping around my whole right arm, throw in a nose ring and a scar on my right cheek from a fist fight I got in with the whole tenth grade last year, I'm any mother's worst nightmare.

"Stop worrying about it, Buttercup." Butch smiles, stopping at his front door. "She'll like you!"

"Butch." I stare blankly at him. "have you met me? I'm the opposite of what a mom wants her kid to date! I've spent our whole relationship avoiding the parental confrontation!"

Butch smirks. "I've noticed. Chill though, both of your sisters met her, and they came out alive."

Both of my sisters have been dating his brothers too, and they met his mom a long time ago, when they first started dating the boys, it's no surprise they made a good first impression.

"Yea." I respond. "But Bubbles is cheery and polite as fuck and Blossom's top of our class."

Butch rolls his eyes. "Yea, and you get decent grades, and you're the best soft-ball player in the whole town."

Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. "Yup, cause that's what parents look for in who their son dates."

Butch smiles and kisses the top of my head. "Well, you still have to meet her, so come on."

He opens the door and, before I can scream for help, pulls me into his house.

"Hey mom!" He yells up the stairs as I have a panic attack in the middle of his living room. "Buttercup is here! Super excited to meet you!"

He walks back over to me, smirking. So I, of course, throw by hand into his stomach.

"You filthy fucking liar!" I hiss, glaring at him. "I'm gonna vomit. I'm gonna vomit all over your mom and she's gonna make you guys move away so you can never see me again."

"Nah." Butch replies, putting his arm around my shoulder. "She likes your sisters, she'll probably just send me off so they can still date."

My glare hardens. "That's not funny."

"What's not funny?" A cheery voice comes from the stairs, and I look over to see, who I assume is, Butch's mom.

She has blonde hair, flowing in waves down to her mid back, and the kind of round face you'd expect a mother on an old black and white TV show to have. Her eyes are green, like Butch's, with small lines flowing out from the corners. There are more small wrinkle like lines flowing out from the corners of her mouth, which is thin and, as of now, turned up into a smile.

"Butch." She smiles, scolding him motherly. "You know if you keep making bad jokes you're going to end up alone."

Butch chuckles and pulls me out in front of him. "Mom, this is Buttercup. Buttercup,"I feel his hand on my bad, patting lightly. "This is my mom."

TO BE CONTINUED!

I wrote this story for the people who read my others, because I know for a fact it's gonna take me a while to update any of them, so I thought this might hold you over. It will have two chapters. Alright, thank you, bye.