100 Theme Challenge from deviantArt (information found here)

Fandom – For this part, it's Green Street

Rating – PG-15 for swearing

Characters – OFC, Steve Dunham, Pete Dunham, Mrs Dunham

Disclaimer – I don't own Green Street, and I'm not making a penny from this. It's all just for fun, I hope you enjoy it.

Summary – Meeting the parents can be nerve racking. A short little ficlet about how Steve introduced Ebony to Mrs Dunham.

001 – Introduction

Steve smiled as he walked up the path, ignoring the was that his girlfriend was pulling back on his hand, making whimpering noises as she resisted his attempts to pull her up the path. "Ebbs, c'mon, work with me here."

"No means no," she snapped back, finally freeing herself from his grasp and heading for the pavement.

"You've met my parents before, what's so different now?"

"Urm, I'm now your girlfriend? That, to me, makes it fucking different!" she replied, standing with her arms crossed and looking stubborn.

"No, it's the same you idiot. They love you, and so does Pete," Steve coaxed, watching her facial expression change for a second.

"That is not the point. Not in the slightest, in fact. Please can we just go to the Abbey?" Steve gave her a look and she looked guiltily back.

"Ebbs, it's lunch with my parents, how bad could it be?" he asked her quietly. She hated how reasonable he sounded, and she stuck her tongue out childishly and took another step backwards towards the road. "Don't step back again, you'll get yourself killed."

"It's better than lunch with your parents." Steve's temper flared instantly, and he forced himself to take a steadying breath before answering her.

"Fine. I'll go and have lunch with my parents, you go and do whatever the fucking hell you want," he snapped, turning on his heel and striding into the house. He stopped the other side of the door and watched her through the peephole, shifting from foot to foot and considering her options. He opened the door and was half flattened when she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek.

"Let's not argue. Neither of us have the right humour or disposition to argue with one another," she said quietly, and he laughed.

"Good point there. You know, we could just-"

"Mum! Ebony and Stevie-Weevie are snogging again!" Steve and Ebony broke apart and looked up the stairs, at the top of which stood a 12-year old Pete with his arms crossed. "That's gross!" The couple exchanged glances before charging up the stairs, grabbing Pete between them and carrying him down the stairs, tossing him onto the sofa. Ebony pinned his hands down while Steve knelt beside him, tickling him unmercifully. "Gerooff! Gerrooofff mee!" he winged in between laughs. "Mum! SAVE ME!"

"I think that's your just rewards, Petey," the woman replied with a laugh as she walked past them to stir the curry she was making for dinner.

"Do you think he's suffered enough?" Steve asked Ebony, who shook her head sadly.

"I think another good thirty seconds should do it," she added, winking at him before starting to tickle Pete's sides as Steve went for his feet.

"GEROFF!" Pete yelped. "Fine, fine, FINE! I give up! You two snog all you want!" The ticklers abruptly stopped and let the young lad up, giggling to themselves as he ran to tell his mum what they'd done.

"You're mean," they both said to the other at the same time, smiling at one another. They stepped towards one another, but were interrupted.

"Well? Aren't you going to introduce us?"