OMG! Sorry for the long update! It's just that I've been really busy lately, so updates won't be very quick. Please, please, bear with me.

Disclaimer: If I owned DH, I would be this HUGE mega director dude, don't you think? And am I that kind of person? Think hard…… DDDDUUUUUHHHHH! NO!

Chapter 2: Dealing With The Parents

Stepping out of her posh, sleek car, she hesitated, as she watched John's parents approach her, a hopeful look on his father's face, but a deadly look written clearly on his mother's face.

Hurrying, she scurried to her front door, hoping they wouldn't catch up in time.

"Crap…." She muttered under her breath, as she felt a hand grasp her shoulder.

"Oh, hi, Mr and Mrs Rowland," she greeted, trying hard not to punch Mrs Rowland in the face.

"Where is John?" the blonde demanded, her wrinkles showing clearly on her face.

"Oh, um….. I don't know how to say this, but it turns out that you gave me the wrong address." She lied, thanking God that she was a good actress.

"Very funny, how can you prove this?" Mrs Rowland asked threateningly, practically wavering a fist in Gabrielle's face.

"Look, I went all the way there, only to get myself embarrassed, and have my ass slapped by a bunch of jocks. So if you don't mind, I'd like some time to relax." She hissed, turning to unlock her front door.

"Prove it. Or I will call the police." Mrs Rowland threatened, folding her arms.

Sighing, Gabrielle turned to face them, cocking her face to a side and smiling at them.

"If you don't believe me, then why don't you go there yourself?" she said coyly, acting sweet.

"Fine. We will." Mrs Rowland exclaimed, grabbing her husband's arm roughly and walking to their car.

Fumbling with the keys, Gabrielle hurried into her house, shutting the door tight and grabbing her phone, dialing John's number in record time.

"Hello? John? Is that you?"

"Mrs So-, I mean, Gabrielle, what's up?"

"Look, your parents are on your way to your place. You'd better hide. I told them they gave me the wrong address. Tell that roommate of yours to lie to them." She said, peering through the small glass window.

"What! How much time do I have?"

"They're just leaving. You have about 20 minutes."

"Ok, got it. Bye."

"Bye." She replied, hanging up and watching them drive away slowly.

----Meanwhile, somewhere in Wisteria Lane……----

"You know, Zach? I'm not breaking up with you because of my Mom." Julie shouted, watching as Zach grabbed his hair in frustration.

"Then, why?" he asked, trying hard not to lose his temper.

"I can't believe that you can even think of killing Andrew! That's why! And you think that killing him is right! How can I love you if you're like that?" she screamed.

"Please, Julie……." He whispered, reaching out for her.

"No, Zach. This, this is over." She said, turning, and walking out of the room.

"ARGH!" Zach yelled, grabbing a photo frame from the coffee table and throwing it to ground, watching as pieces of glass broke and fell to the ground.