"Liv Liv Liv" Mom hopped into my room, jeans and her sleep t-shirt on.

"Mom Mom Mom" I smiled. She was nervous. Tonight we would be meeting Callie's parents. Yes, we said yes to Callie. Are you shocked? I knew I would come around to the idea after a talk with Mom. I saw the way she got excited when Callie asked.

"I need help, please."

"With what?"

"Come!" She motioned for me to follow her, and led me to her room. "I wanna give off right vibe. I don't wanna go there looking like a... you-know-what,"

I laughed.

"But I also don't want to look trashy."

"Mom, you never look trashy." It was true, she never did. Mom always put a lot of effort into what she wore- how she presented herself.

"You're very sweet, but I still need help. How do I look nice and loyal and like the perfect girlfriend for their daughter?"

I laughed even more, "You do that with your words, not your outfit."

"Wow. Insightful." Mom approved.

"Mom. That's the classic line in any romcom. Don't get too excited, you didn't birth the 'World's best advice-giver'." Mom was very dramatic.

Mom shrugged, "Maybe I did."

I rolled my eyes. "Off topic." I looked down at her jean choice. "Don't wear those."

"What?! Why not?!"

I giggled, going over to her closet. I pulled out her white skinny jeans, instead.

"Those?"

"Yes!" I tossed them to her and began the search for a shirt. I was looking for either black, or baby blue. Black is a color of confidence. Baby blue is sweet and kind. Either fit Mom perfectly. Though, the outfit didn't mean too much, in reality. It meant a lot to Mom. Maybe black, a confidence booster for her, too.

"One of these." I pulled out three black tops.

Black blouse. Simple.

Black long sleeve- lace sleeves. Slightly fancy.

Black sweater. Slightly more laid- back.

The shirt crisis got settled with option two: black long sleeve- lace sleeves. And, there we were, on the doorstep of Callie's parents home. Mansion, one may say.

I would 100% classify it as a mansion. It was huge.

Callie and I stood on either side of Mom as an older brunette opened the insanely tall wooden doors of the home. I had never seen such a big front door- let alone two of them.

"Calliope!" The woman held her arms out, and Callie hugged her, then kissed her cheek.

"Mom!" She pulled away and turned around, "This is Arizona, my girlfriend," She smiled, then looked at me. "And this is her daughter, Olivia. Guys, this is my mom!"

"Hello, Arizona. Olivia." The woman said.

Suddenly an older man appeared in the back, "Please, come on in" He encouraged, so Mom and I stepped inside.

He shook Mom's hand. "Carlos Torres, and this is my wife, Lucia." He gestured to Callie's Mom, who simply waved. She had already said hello, anyway.

"Arizona Robbins." Mom introduced herself.

He smiled and waved at me, "Olivia, correct?"

I nodded a little, staying close to my mom. This was a little more nerve wracking than I expected it to be. They were intimidating.

"It is very nice to meet you. My Calliope has told us all about you both." He said. He seemed nice- still intimidating. But, Callie's Mom was far more intimidating in my opinion.

I looked up at Mom. She looked a little nervous, I assumed I did too. But, she had been nervous before we even got here.

"Carlos was just finishing dinner, we can go ahead and sit in the living room" Callie's Mom said, looking more at Callie than anyone.

"Follow me," Callie said, flashing Mom and I a reassuring smile as she walked past us.

We walked through a hallway with an incredibly high ceiling, and into a living room with those fancy couches you see on TV. I felt like I was in a movie. I didn't know Callie was rich. Well, at least her parents seemed to be.

Callie's Dad stood at some little table in the corner of the room, "Arizona, what do you drink? Wine?" He asked.

Mom looked at me. "Um, I'm okay, thank you." She said, shaking her head as she looked back at him.

"Are you sure?" He pushed.

Mom nodded, "I am. Thank you, though."

"Sit sit," Callie encouraged Mom and I to sit on the couch.

"Calliope, come sit next to me, darling," Callie's Mom was sat down on the couch opposite from where Mom and I were now sitting. I was trying to be careful. I did not want to mess anything up. Everything looked perfect and expensive. I was sure these people were filthy rich.

"Do you not drink?" Callie's Dad seemed bothered.

I knew Mom drank. Probably only like three times a year, but she wasn't some crazy 'never-had-a-drink' person. But, I would assume that 'out with Teddy' was to a bar. She was young, and I wasn't stupid.

She just didn't drink in front of me.

I think it had something to do with my dad. But, we didn't talk about it. Ever. Just one of those things that gets pushed under the rug. It wasn't like it needed to be talked about, anyway.

"Daddy, she said no." Callie said firmly, before Mom even got a chance to say anything.

"Okay, okay. I'll be off in the kitchen." With that, he walked away. Slightly awkward.

Speaking of awkward, there wasn't all too much of a conversation. Callie's Mom brought up simple things. Day-to-day things. Maybe I just thought it was weird because no fourteen-year-old talks about groceries. But, whatever.

At dinner, Mom and I sat across from Callie and her mom. Callie's Dad sat at the head of the table. It was then that questions started being asked.

"So, Arizona, what do you do for a living?" Callie's Dad asked.

"I am a CNA," Mom looked up at him and smiled.

"Medical field, nice. Do you plan on becoming a nurse?"

Mom shook her head, "Probably not. I'm happy with my position, and it's been 8 years, I have a lot of seniority at my current place."

He nodded, "Where do you work?"

"The rehab center on Main Ave."

"That is a wonderful place, I have heard great things."

Mom nodded, "Yes, it's great there."

Awkward silence.

Then, "So where did you go to school?"

That made Callie interject. "Daddy, this isn't a job interview."

"Calliope, I would just like to get to know the woman you're dating."

Callie sighed in defeat.

He turned to Mom again, "Where did you attend college?"

"I didn't." Mom wasn't hesitant with her answer. "I actually just went to a few courses to learn the material I needed, did some clinical training, and got my state license when I was 19."

"Oh wow." He didn't seem pleased by that response.

"Uh, uh" Callie said loudly. "The meal is very good. You are quite the chef." She said quickly, awkwardly. As if trying to avoid that topic.

It seemed a little off to me. Maybe he was just big on college, though. Some people are like that, I guess.

Callie was successful in switching the attention away from Mom and her lack of a college education.

I would say the dinner went okay. Awkward. But, nothing too crazy happened. It wasn't bad.