Oh dear FSM it's been a long time! Well, I've got a little treat for my fans. I don't own anything except Elizabeth. Also, though I will allude to and have flashbacks to the Holocaust, it will not be made fun of. These will be serious chapters in the story.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you want me to do what?" Elizabeth asked as Syrus finished packing his suitcase.
"I want you to come meet my family," Syrus replied.
"Why, exactly?" she asked.
"Because you need to meet them. I've met your family, so it's only fair that you meet mine, especially since they're hopefully going to be your in-laws someday," he said, walking over to her and sitting on the bed.
"Did it ever occur to you that I might have plans for winter break?" she asked.
"Do you have plans?" he asked.
"... No, but that's not the point!" she snapped.
"Come on. We live near a ski resort!"
"Wonderful, considering I suck at winter sports."
"My mom's a really good cook," he said.
"Woop dee doo," she said, sarcastically.
"Okay fine, as my last resort... I have an obscenely old great-grandpa who lives with us."
"... How obscenely old?"
"He's 90 and he's perfectly sane."
Elizabeth paused for a minute before replying, "Fine."
"Wonderful! I've already packed your stuff!" he said before hugging her.
"Why do I have an inkling I'm going to regret this?"
Jah, it's short, I know, but it's all I could think of to open the story. It'll get better, I promise.