As I sat down at the table and waited for my food, I couldn't notice how awkward this felt: Nobody was talking. We all just sat around while Mrs. Edward's finished fixing dinner. I offered to help, but she told me that 'guests must be guests in a house, that means no helping.' I obliged, of course, not wanting to do anything to make them hate me. I looked around the room we were in, trying to find something to fixate my eyes on, other than Clare, her parents would just love that. Finally, Mrs. Edward's came out with two plates, one with cheese, sour cream, tomatoes, everything you need to fill the taco shells that were on the other plate. I grinned, "Ooh, I love tacos."

Mrs. Edward's gave me a smile. I was about to reach over to grab one, but noticed Clare out of the corner of my eye. She was giving me a look, one of her evil ones. I instantly pulled my hand back to my side, hoping her parents didn't notice anything. "Alright." Clare, her mom, and her dad all joined hands. I was confused, so I sort of just stared at them. I then noticed that Clare and her mother both had their hands open towards me. I took the hint, remembering that they were Christian and grabbed both of their hands as I waited for somebody to say grace. "Our father-"

I sort of just drifted off. Praying wasn't really my thing, per say. Then again, they don't know that. I tried my best to pay attention, but failed massively. I saw that all of their eyes were closed and decided now would be a good time to look at Clare. Just looking at her drowns out the prayers and gives me some sort of entertainment. I smirked at my own thoughts.

"Eli, why don't you say something." I was immediately pulled out of my thoughts and was now facing the fact that I needed a prayer, and I didn't know any. Damn my ignorance.

"Uh," I paused looking at all of their faces and noticed Clare trying to hold back a laugh. Great, she found this amusing. "I would like to thank God for the food. I know that there are starving people in the world, but I'm glad I have this taco." I stared waiting for any kind of response.

Immediately, Clare broke out into a laughter, which made me chuckle a little too. Her mom tried not to, I could tell, but she let out a small laugh. The only one who didn't show any emotion was her father. I felt intimidated and I had no idea why. The man has said barely a word to me, but I guess it's just his looks that do it. He stares at me like I'm wrong, all of my choices, and he didn't even know any of them.

I pushed the thoughts out of my head and reached to make myself a taco, finally being able to without glares from my girlfriend.

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The dinner went as expected, pretty awkward. But past all of that, it was still good. I think her parents really took a liking to me. When it was over, me and Clare offered to do the dishes. We grabbed everything and walked over to the kitchen. "So, how'd I do?" I asked her when her parents were out of hearing range.

"Better than KC." She smirked at me, knowing I can't stand KC. "Just kidding. You're the only boyfriend that's ever had the pleasure of meeting my parents." I smiled, not a smirk, but an actual smile. Clare's the only one that can do that to me. I made sure her parents couldn't see us and pulled her in for a kiss. It was meant to be just a small quick peck on the lips, but she deepened it. Her parents were obviously occupied, we could hear them talking, but I didn't want then to see anything, so I pulled away.

As soon as I did, she stared at me with pouty blue eyes and I gave her a smirk. "Would you just shut up, Phil?" I heard her mom screaming and Clare instantly looked away from me, as if she was embarrassed.

"Could they not do this right now?" She asked, mostly to herself.

I walked over and rubbed small circles on her back, knowing that comforted her. "They do this often?" She nodded her head slightly.

"I'll shut up when you stop being a bitch!" I saw a small tear forming in her eyes and she quickly brushed it away.

"I thought you said that it stopped or at least got a little better."

She shook her head. "I lied." Before either of us could say anything else, we heard a big crash. Clare walked out of the kitchen and I followed her, only to see that her mother attempted to throw a glass vase at her husband.

All we could do was stare, both of us. I tried not to, seeing as it may come off as rude and I'm pretty sure that this fight had something to do with me, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene in front of us. It seemed like something that would happen on a TV show. This shouldn't be Clare's life. She's like, a saint or something. "Oh Eli, I didn't realize you were still here." Her mother fixed her dress a little and pushed her hair out of her face.

"I'm on my way out. I just wanted to say bye and thank you for having me. I had a great time." She gave me a smile, one of the fake ones, but I could tell she was trying.

I gave Clare another hug and turned to leave the house, but was stopped. "You know what-" I turned back around, expecting her to tell me how much she hated me. I braced myself. "Do you think you could take Clare with you?" All I did was nod my head, glad that was it.

I saw Clare roll her eyes as she made her way upstairs. She could spend the night. My parents probably wouldn't mind. Hell, I sure don't mind.

As promised, chapter 2. Sorry if it sucked, I was a little rushed. Oh, and of course I'm gonna do taco night, who doesn't love the idea of Eli having tacos at Clares?(:

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