Nick Miller's daughter is scared of butterflies.

'Nuff said.

Nick Miller's daughter can defend herself, in her own way.

It was one night at a party that her friend Amy convinced her to go to.

The room was dark and smoky. Teens in mini skirts and half opened t-shirts stumbled around, yelling and laughing and crying and whatnot. She, on the other hand, stood idly by in the corner, leafing through an old Ladies' Home Journal that was discarded in a drawer.

"Hey sexy, wanna dance?" She spun around so quickly she almost fell over. The boy was tall, dark, and yes, on the handsome side. He reeked of Bud Lite. Lily Miller knew her beers.

"Oh, um, no, that's okay. But thanks for the offer!" She replied as chipper as possible, trying to stop the nerves from piling up in her stomach. She went back to reading, or pretending, at this point.

"Whaddya mean, honey? C'mon, lets go. I love this song," he said drunkenly, pulling on her arm gently.

"This song doesn't even have words! Its just a bunch of beats mixed together…" Lily said quietly, as she was dragged onto the dance floor. Clearly this boy never took 'no' for an answer. He started grinding up against her, putting his hands all over her lemon yellow dress.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Lily squeaked, struggling to get away from him.

"Relax babe, we're just havin' some fun," the boy said, tripping slightly.

"Look, mister! My body is a museum! You can look, but don't touch, please. Or get too close. And…no flash photography!" Lily darted away as quickly as she could, throwing herself into the stranger's front yard. There was only one thing she could do. She took out her phone and dialed it.

"Hi, dad? Um, can you pick me up? I kind of want to leave but everyone in there is drunk so nobody can drive me home."

He was there five minutes later.

Nick Miller's daughter needs to learn how to be discreet.

It was a nice spring evening, and Jess and Nick were propped up on the couch. Lily came out of her room in a button down red dress clad with black heels, her long brown hair hanging like drapes around her shoulders.

"Whoa, you look nice! Where are you going?" Jess asked, smiling at her daughter. Lily stammered for words.

"I'm, um, I'm meeting Amy and a few other people. We're going to a…Indonesian film festival." Lily looked everywhere but at her parents, shifting around uncomfortably.

"Oh, how fun! Well, you keep safe now!" Jess said with a wink, shaking her finger at Lily. Lily smiled ever so slightly.

Of course, Nick could always see right through her.

"An Indonesian film festival? Really, Lily?" Nick got up from the couch, walking over to Lily slowly. She gulped.

"Mhhmm," she replied with uncertainty. Nick laughed bitterly.

"Are you sure you're not lying? Would you like to plead guilty to the court-"

"Oh Nick, don't get all lawyer-y on her! She's telling the truth. Right, Lil?" Jess looked at her daughter pointedly, big blue eyes gleaming with naivety.

If Lily was anything, she was a terrible liar.

"Um…yup. So I best be on my way then…" she trailed off, slowly reaching for the door knob.

"False! You are lying! You are not going anywhere until we know where you're going, young lady!" Nick called in frustration.

"Nick, she's telling-"

"No she's not-"

"OKAY! Geez, fine. I'm lying, okay? You caught me red handed!" Lily mocked.

"Don't sass me!" Nick yelled.

"Lily, why would you lie to us? You know its okay to tell us stuff, what you're up to and all. We won't judge. Unless it's drinking. Or smoking. Then we may need to have a talk."

"GUYS! Ugh. Look, Jack is waiting for me downstairs so-"

"Jack? Who's Jack?" Nick asked, suspicion clearly evident on his face. Lily's face flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh, do you mean Jack from shop class?" Jess said saucily. Lily giggled.

"Yeah," she said quietly.

"Hold on. Who is this Jack? And how did I not know you were taking shop class?" Nick asked.

"He's just this guy, dad. He plays the saxophone too. You might have seen him at one of the games?" Nick stared off into the distance. Was Jack that guy she laughed with on the sidelines until it was halftime?

"Why didn't you tell me sooner, Lil? Why did you tell your mom but not me?" Nick looked kind of bummed for a moment.

"'Cause I knew you'd freak out. C'mon 'rents, I gotta go! The dinner reservation is in like ten minutes!"

"He got you a dinner reservation? Heck, when I was your age the only thing I could do to impress a girl was show off my collection of beer bottles under my bed," He looked off for a moment, only to be startled back into reality when he heard the front door slam.

"Where'd she go?! Did she just up and leave?"

"Oh my God, Nick! You are so insensitive sometimes! She 'up and left' because of you! Don't you realize that? Give her some space, man," Jess said, exasperated.

"Don't ever call me 'man' again. Okay?" Jess laughed.

"Okay. But we are going to finish watching the movie. And you are not, under ANY circumstances, going to call Lily. Or stalk them. Got it mister?" She looked at him as threatening as she could. Wasn't too easy. Nick rolled his eyes.

"Fine. But it doesn't mean I have to like it."