Melissa Hart, meet... Mrs. Mason

"Jake, I'm so nervous about this..." I said to my year-long boyfriend, Jake. He sighed and looked at me, serious.

"Mel, I can promise you that nothing will happen. Unlike my Dad, my Mom is no monster..." he tried to make a joke, one I still don't get cause I met his Dad once and he was a bit rough, but he was very nice and lovely. I think we got along pretty well. Is the mother I'm worried about... "Sorry, no time for jokes... But, if you liked my Dad, you will like my Mom..."

"Of course, I'm willing to try my best" I promised. Obviously, I love Jake and I was willing to do almost anything for him. Putting up with his mother if she was a nightmare, I would definitely do it.

"That's my girl!" he kissed my cheek, before getting out of the car and opening my door. I stepped down, taking deep breaths and allowing him to guide me to a home that looked too much like the rest of the block. I hate when the houses look the same...

Knock, knock!

Here we go-

"Jakey!" A woman in her early fifties, with short curly brown hair, dressed in a flowery dress with a cardigan and a pearl necklace opened the door and greeted Jake like there's no tomorrow. Jake greeted her back with a hug, that she seemed not wanting to let go. When Jake finally got free, she grabbed his face and kissed it around.

"Mom, Mom!" he called her, looking a little embarrassed about it. I tried to hold my laugh, especially since I was really nervous about this meeting "Mom, this is Melissa-" I pulled out my hand to shake her, but she simply patted it and returned her attention to Jake, adoringly. Uh, I'm not invisible, am I?

"Oh, Jake! So good to have you here! Grandma is going to be so happy!" Grandma? Please, don't say she invited the whole family. Jake was dragged inside without ceremony while I was still standing on the door, trying to understand what was going on. I finally walked in and closed the door behind me. Luckily, there was only one other woman in the house.

"Grandma..." Jake kissed an elderly woman's cheek, who looked pleased to see him "Grandma, this is Melissa, my girlfriend..."

"Oh, how lovely girl you brought to meet your old grandmother..." she gave me a light hug and two kisses on my cheeks. I smiled softly, a bit embarrassed "You can call me 'Grandma', dear. And I won't take any other name!" she said, sternly with a playful look. How do old people manage that look?

"Of course, Grandma. But you're not that old..." I accepted. She smiled and made me sit next to her, talking about me and some embarrassing stories about Jake when he was a toddler. It was nice to see Jake blushing for something like that, he usually was strong and hard to embarrass.

"Lunch is ready!" Jake's Mom, Mrs. Mason, called us. Jake and I helped Grandma to the table, making her sit on Mrs. Mason's left side, while Jake and I took her right "So..." We all shared a look, not understanding what she wanted to say, when I saw her eyes on me. Then, I realized she was asking my name.

"Melissa. Melissa Hart" I semi- introduced myself. Let the torture begin...

"Melissa..." she chew my name, as if it was a bad word "What do you do for living?"

"Oh, who cares about that?" Grandma interrupted her, jovially "I wanna know how you two met..." I took a sip of water and nodded.

"Actually, those questions are connected..." I admitted, glancing at Jake, who was smiling "Jake and I met at a party, hosted by one of my collegues, Katie... Turns out, she knew Jake and that's how we met..." I recalled the story, smiling "Katie had invited all the kinder teachers and Jake was in a corner, alone, talking to his brother when I arrived, right?"

"It was better than engaging Travis and Connor in a prank war..." Jake chuckled, but I saw it wasn't suiting his mother well, so I took a small piece of lunch to eat.

"Oh, that sounds lovely!" Grandma praised me with a smile.

"So, you're a kinder-garden teacher?" Was more a question than an affirmation, but I nodded nonetheless "Would you continue that job once you have your own children?" Jake, comically in retrospective, spit the water he was drinking and I, also comically in retrospective, choked with a piece of food. We both were coughing, trying to understand what she was asking.

"Mom!" Jake scolded her, shocked by that. Grandma simply rolled her eyes, as if saying 'here we go' "Melissa and I are too young for kids now..." I blushed just by the thought he wasn't ruling it out. His mother was looking at him, as if this was normal.

"It was just a question, Jakey, no need to fuzz about..." she waved off the comment and went back to eating. I glanced at Jake, who was as confused as me. The rest of the meal was like that, asking questions about me and stuff, with a bit light questions from Grandma, who were some funny. By the time we got to dessert, I thought I was safe "Jakey, can you help Grandma to the bathroom?"

"I don't have to!"

"Yes, you have"

"C'mon, Grandma... If not, we come back..." Jake helped her and I was expecting a very uncomfortable silence with Mrs. Mason, but it was not the case.

"Listen to me, and listen very carefully" she leaned to me, serious and even with a hatred look that shocked me "I don't like you. I will never like you. You're not good enough for my son, so you better make a excuse and show him how pathetic you are and leave this house, never coming back"

No, she made things much worst.

"No" I replied, frowning back at her "Dealing with kids is no different than dealing with grown ups, Mrs. Mason. You don't like me? Well, suck it up, because if Jake doesn't push me away, then I'll be around for a long time..."

I knew at that moment I had unleashed an unending war.

Bring. It. On.

Hello, guys!

First of all, I'd like to apologize for my absence last weekend... I had had a very complicated and personal charged weekend and, to culminate, last Sunday was Mother's Day (a really really be late happy Mother's Day to all out there) in Argentina. I wasn't able, I wasn't inspired nor I wanted to write something, so I decided not to. I hope you can understand...

Today, and if you're from my home country and are older than 16, I wish you all good luck when voting. I don't like getting political, so I won't. The 'good luck' I just mentioned is because I hate waiting in line for hours or that is there someone incompetent on the tables or that you get trapped into the table. So, good luck missing all that.

Today, I have a few announcements plus some explanations. The explanations, on the respective chapter. The announcements, keep reading:

Mortals, Meet... the In-Laws: 3 chapters! I feel bad dropping this bomb to you, but I feel a little un-inspired to write it, not because I hate the story- I actually like it very much -, but because I have no idea if you like it. So, I'd like your opinions on it and, if I don't get any ideas from you or me by the end of December, I will stop the story and focus on another one... Deal?

Characters, Meet... Characters: 3 chapters! Similar to In-Laws up, but different at the same way, the only thing that's stopping me here is... THE CHARACTERS! Seriously, guys! I have run out of characters to write and I don't wanna go back to the same books series again. I take ideas, preferable from books and not comic books. I get confused with all those different story lines in the same universe. So, please, please, give me something to work with, or I'd do the same that I'll do with In-Laws: I will finish it by December

Guys, I really really don't want to finish these two stories, because I know there's so much undiscovered plot and characters we don't know! Let's play with that, but I won't do so until you tell me if you want to. I really don't want another Goddess at Goode situation...

Mate?! Ain't Australian, Buddy!: 2 chapters! Unlike the other two, this story will end when it ends, so no troubles here.

I wanna remind all that read my collab with Hugs6 called How I Met My Brother is in HIATUS, but still being written, OK? On that same note, next weekend is Heroesinmyfanfiction and Hugs6 b-day, so pay attention! A present is on its way!

Take care, guys!

xoxo, SilverHuntresses