I am sitting on my bed waiting for my girlfriend Becca to show up. I am wearing a long blue dress and a long white slip under it. I am also wearing hose and shiny blue pumps. Of course my hair is tied in a ponytail, my favorite necklace is around my neck, and I have cherry lipstick on my lips. I am also carrying a blue purse. It is Saturday and we have to be at the Student Union for Parents' Night which starts at 6:00. I am leaning back against the wall because I am so nervous. I wonder how my parents will like Becca especially since she has not had a stellar past. I just hope that my parents understand that there were extenuating circumstances that were dragging her down back then. Twenty minutes before start time, I get a knock on my door which causes me to almost jump off my bed in shock. I quickly open the door to find the woman of my dreams standing there.

"Hello, Cinnamon," Becca greeted me which caused my heart to speed up by a few beats.

"Hello, Muffin," I reply while giving my best girl a kiss.

"Ready to go?" my darling probes.

"Sure," I answer while digging out my room key from my purse.

I lock the door while noticing what Becca was wearing a red dress and heels along with a brown necklace. We lock hands while leaving the dorm via the stairs. When we got outside, we noticed that there were already quite a few students with the same destination plan. After we are walking on the outer sidewalk, a thought comes to Muffin's mind.

"There is something that I have been needing to ask you," Becca commented.

"Ask away," I command. "I have no secrets from my best girl."

"Has being a lesbian ever caused tension between you and your parents?" my girlfriend asked.

"Maybe a little in the beginning," I acknowledge with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Some parents would kick their kid out of the house if they started down that path," Becca mused with a frown.

"My parents would never do that," I replied proudly. "When I was a Junior in high school, Dad sat me on his knee and said 'Portia, I certainly don't understand your urge to date girls, but you are still my little girl and I will always love you. That will never change.'"

Becca stopped walking for some reason while looking at me with heavy eyes. I knew what was about to happen, so I quickly pulled a pink handkerchief from my purse for her by the time she started crying.

"Thank you," Muffin acknowledged while wiping her eyes.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yes, it's just that what you said was so beautiful," my Love cried out while blowing her nose.

"Are you sure that you are up to this?" I pressed.

"Yes, I want to meet your parents," Becca insisted. "Besides, I don't want to disappoint you."

"I doubt that you could disappoint me," I debate while running my fingers through Muffin's hair.

"I'm nervous about this especially since your parents must know about my past," my sweetie confessed.

"I'm sure that my parents will love you," I insisted. "Just remember the first rule of meeting parents and job interviews. Give a firm handshake."

"Okay, I'm ready to do this now," Becca consented.

"Not before I do this," I spoke lovingly while giving her a heavy hug.

"MMM, that helps a lot," Becca declared with a beautiful smile.

"If this gets to be too much for you, let me know and I'll take you home," I offered.

"You are always taking care of me," Becca spoke.

"That's because I love you," I answered.

"I love you too," Becca shot back which made me ecstatic.

Becca silently offered to return my hankie as soon as we started walking again and I made a motion with my right hand that told her to keep it. I have two spares in my purse after all. I could tell that Muffin needed a handkerchief more than I did at the moment anyway. We held hands the rest of the way to the Union and I would occasionally rub Becca's back to calm her down. I gave her a quick peck on the lips for luck once we got to the front steps.

Once we got to the Union we followed a red carpet and gold signs that led us to the second floor. We entered a large ballroom where several students were already meeting their parents. There was a buffet style dinner along the left wall with seating in the middle of the room. In the next room over there was going to be a disc jockey and dancing. There was also going to be a room with carnival games. I start look around for my parents when I hear an older man calling my name. I look towards the voice and I see a brown haired middle aged man accompanied by a red haired woman with blue eyes. I let go of Becca's hand and rush to hug my parents while my girlfriend follows me. As soon as I finish greeting my parents, I turn around to accomplish the task that is pressing heavily on my mind at the moment.

"Mom and Dad, this is my girlfriend Becca," I announce while waving my left hand with a flourish.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Diamond," Becca greeted while giving each one of my parents a firm handshake just like I told her. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

I am watching my girlfriend Becca acquaint herself with my parents in the second floor ballroom at the Student Union. Dad is wearing a black tuxedo with a white cummerbund and Mom is wearing a pretty yellow dress with long yellow gloves. It makes me proud that so many people have said that I look just like my mother. There are a few differences between my mother and myself. I have my father's green eyes and I don't wear glasses like Mom does. My breasts are a little smaller than my mother's breasts. I can't cook as well as she can. The one thing that I got from my mother that I am most proud of is the way I care about people. I got my Dad's work ethic.

I was a little nervous about introducing Becca to my parents because I had once told my parents that Becca was a witch. That was long before I found out about the poor treatment Becca's parents had given her. My parents looked rather indifferent towards my Muffin until she shook hands with them. Once Becca had given each one of my parents a firm handshake just like I told her, a small smile had popped up on each one of their faces. It made me proud that Becca took my advice and that it showed some positive results.

"You look nice, Portia," Mom complimented.

"Thanks," I replied with a smile.

"I can't get over how much you look like your mother," Dad added wistfully which stunned me so much that I could only blush as a response.

"You look nice too, Becca," Mom complimented which got my girlfriend blushing as well.

"Thank you," Becca answered quietly.

"Shall we eat?" Mom asks.

"I know I'm hungry!" Becca chirps with a smile.

My parents headed to the buffet table first with me and my sweetie following close behind. I can tell by the vast selection of food that Hartfeld went all out for this event. I got stuffed mushrooms and lasagna with a Diet Coke to drink. Becca got a salad topped with Ranch dressing and a piece of cherry pie. When she picked up the cherry pie, she scratched it with her thumb as a silent flirtation towards me. I know that it was her way of saying that she was glad that I was wearing my lipstick. Becca also got lemonade to drink. Mom got pork chops and apple cider. Dad got four pizza slices with everything and a root beer. When we sat at a table in the middle of the room and started eating, I knew that it would not be long before my parents threw the difficult questions at us.

"It surprised us that you started dating again so soon after Kaitlyn had to leave," Dad commented while looking at me.

"I know that it seemed weird, but it didn't hurt as long as I thought it would," I explained.

"I know that whenever something tragic happens, you are in the habit of getting most of your crying done on the first day so I guess that is normal for you," Dad gave in.

"It surprised us the most when we heard who you were dating since your relationship started with an incident involving coffee if I remember correctly," Mom spoke sternly which caused my girlfriend and me to blush since we were both just as guilty for the incident.

"You see..." I started to answer.

"Portia, I appreciate everything you do for me, but you do not need to defend me," Becca interrupted. "My parents have neglected my sister and me on several occasions. When I was young, they left me alone while we were vacationing abroad and I couldn't speak the language. Because of what my parents did to me, I got the idea that no one wanted me so I decided to push people away so no one could hurt me. When my parents got divorced, I needed someone to talk to so Portia took the time to listen to me in spite of the things I had done to her. She even figured out my problem. One of her greatest gifts is her capability to give advice to her friends. It touched my heart when Portia helped me out even though I didn't deserve it."

"Portia helps everyone," Dad commented with a proud smile.

I didn't hear what Dad was saying because I knew that Becca's speech had taken its toll on her. I was not surprised when two tears fell from Becca's face so I quickly fish a second handkerchief from my purse and handed it to my Muffin. As soon as she took it, I started rubbing her back to calm her down.

"Do you need to go home?" I pressed.

"No, I'll be okay," Becca refused.

"Are you sure?" Dad probed while touching my darling's hand.

"Yes, thank you," Becca confirmed at the same time her tears stopped.

I guess my parents had gotten what they were looking for after that so we ate the rest of our meal peacefully. I looked at my parents several times throughout dinner because I was trying to gauge their opinion of Becca. I am not sure how things how going since there didn't seem to be much emotion on their faces, but that was probably because of what Becca had gone through. They might have felt a little guilty for hurting my girlfriend a little, but they were only doing their job which was to protect me. As soon as Muffin finished her pie, she gave me a quick kiss which I happily accepted. We stood up after everyone finished and were just about to head to the dance hall when Dad looked at Mom who nodded her head. Then Dad stopped me.

"Portia, I wasn't sure what we were going to find considering how this relationship got started, but I can see how much you two care about each other so I want you to know that your mother and I both approve," Dad spoke to give my parents' verdict.

I rushed to hug and kiss both of my parents because I was so happy. I then hurried to hug and kiss my best girl.

"And you were worried!" I laugh at Becca who was grinning from ear to ear.

I am so happy right now. In spite of my girlfriend Becca's dubious past, my parents have just now given our relationship their approval. That was thanks to Becca following my advice by greeting each one of my parents a firm handshake. It was also thanks to the passionate speech my sweetie gave to my parents. The speech was so passionate that it made my Muffin cry. I was so proud of her because of how well she held up through it all. She turned down my offer to take her home and her tears only lasted for a few seconds. At least Becca doesn't have to worry about this anymore. I am still thinking about this in the hallway as I am about to escort my parents and my special lady to the dance hall when a familiar voice stops me.

"Hey, Portia!" Zack shouts out while being accompanied by a middle aged man with brown hair and a woman who had black hair who were obviously his parents. "I'd like you to meet my parents Howard and Cynthia."

"Zack, I'd like you to meet my parents Porter and Monica and this is my girlfriend Becca," I countered, throwing in Becca's introduction for his parents' benefit.

There was a brief pause in the festivities while people shook hands with each other. It was interesting for me to meet the parents of one of my friends. I made sure that I followed my own advice and gave Zack's parents a firm handshake. I have met a few hypocrites in my day who shoved advice down my throat but did not follow it themselves. I think that is a rather pathetic way to live. I had just enough time to shake the hands of my new acquaintances when I am interrupted again.

"Having fun, Portia?" Tyler asks while carrying a small clear tub filled with compact discs.

"Yes, are your parents here?" I wondered.

"No, I'm just here helping out my buddy Edgar who is the disc jockey for this party," Tyler explained.

I was just about to introduce my parents to another one of my friends when the disc jockey put on the song Livin' La Vida Loca which certainly got my attention. It is one of my favorite songs and it was the song I sang along with at the arcade.

"I love this song!" I blurted out while rushing into the room to dance.

I claimed a spot in the middle of the room and made vee signs with my fingers and waving them in front of my face. I pump my hands into fists and pumped them back and forth. I shuffled my feet forward and backward. My Muffin quickly joined the fun. We joined our hands and spun in a circle. Becca took my right hand and spun me away and back again. I took a brief break from my girlfriend to mime a surfing routine while my partner went freestyle. We then both did the robot next. When we got tired of doing that, I took my girlfriends left hand and spun her out and back.

Edgar played Beauty And The Beast next so I danced with my father since I hadn't done that since my high school graduation party. If truth be told, my father and I weren't really dancing. We were mostly just standing there. I didn't mind that because I was dancing with someone who loves me. I looked at Mom and Becca and saw them sitting down while having a pleasant conversation. That made me happy because it showed me that my parents really had accepted her. I knew that my Dad had already said so, but it was nice to have this other piece of evidence anyway. It was soon time to change tactics when the song shifted to Celine Dion's Refuse To Dance.

"Why don't you dance with your girlfriend so I can dance with my wife?" Dad politely suggested.

I took the hint and walked over to Becca while holding out my hand to her. My beauty smiled at led me out to the dance floor. Becca is so good of a dancer that I was simply content to be her puppet. Sometimes when something exciting or important happens to me, I get tunnel vision so much that I can't see or hear anything else. This is definitely one of those times. Everything else was a blur. I simply enjoyed it when Becca dipped me and the kiss she gave me at the end made me ecstatic.

Now that the mushy stuff was over, I felt like doing something crazy. However, I did not feel like doing it with my girlfriend for once. I went to Edgar and requested the Star Wars theme. I waited on the dance floor for my song. When it started, I pretended to ignite a lightsaber. I pointed it up at Tyler with my right hand since he is our resident fiction nut and beckoned him down to the dance floor with my left. He ignited his own mock lightsaber and left the stage to meet me in battle. We did our own little dance battle in the middle of the floor. In the middle of the song, I did a force push to knock Tyler down, but he rolled away before I could finish him off. Neither one of us had the heart to finish off our opponent so we had to call it a draw. That didn't matter because of all the applause we got. We simply turned off our weapons and took a bow.

"That was so wonderful!" Becca cheered when she got up from her seat. "I laughed so hard that I cried!"

"We enjoyed it too," Dad agreed. "Your mother and I are getting tired so we'll head back home."

"Okay," I gave in while hugging both parents goodbye.

"Do you want to play any games or do you want to head home?" Becca asked as I watched my parents leave.

"I would like to play one game if that's okay with you," I offered.

"Sure," Becca agreed.

The two of us went into the next room where people were playing carnival games for prizes. I didn't care about playing games, but I wanted to win a plushy for my sweetie. I looked at the left side of the room and cased the joint. There were people shooting baskets. No. People were throwing darts at balloons. No. People were throwing baseballs at a pyramid of bottles. Jackpot! I was a softball pitcher in high school. I was going to announce my intentions when Becca beat me to it.

"Madison is telling fortunes!" while pointing to the right side of the room.

Becca left to get her fortune told by our friend who looked like a gypsy while I went off to do my thing. I was glad that we temporarily went our separate ways so my darling would be surprised if I won something. I knew that the bottom row of bottles would probably be heavier so that was were I had to aim. I got a dollar from my purse and forked it over. To win a plushy, I would have to knock over the bottles three times. I pitched underhanded and knocked the bottles over. The second time was not quite as easy since I hadn't done it for a long time, but I still hit the mark. By the third time, I was starting to feel a bit of a cramp in my arm. Thank goodness that I didn't have to throw anymore to win. I picked a pink teddy that came came up to my knees. My girlfriend got done with her fortune just as I made it to Madison's booth. It was there I traded the teddy I had won for a kiss. We both had smiles on our faces when we exited the building.

"So what did the gypsy tell you?" I ask when we started walking back to the dorm.

"That I was going to have an intimate encounter with a redhead," Becca revealed while rolling her eyes. "It's a good thing my dollar went to charity."

"What did you say to the gypsy?" I pressed with a smile.

"Duh!" Becca retorted.

We walked for a few more steps but stopped because my girlfriend had something pressing to ask me.

"I want to thank you for helping me get through tonight when I met your parents," Muffin spoke while looking directly in my eyes. "I couldn't have done it without you."

"I know how stressful it was for you," I acknowledged while rubbing Becca's arm. " I am very proud of you."

"I want to show you just how grateful I am," Becca implored. "Cinnamon, I want you to sleep in my bed tonight."

I just looked at my Muffin in stunned silence.