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Since Miles' parents were the closest, we decided to visit them first during Thanksgiving Break.

When Miles called his parents to tell them we were coming to visit, I could hear his mother's squeals of delight from the across the room and snickered at Miles' petrified expression.

It was a nine hour drive from the college to Kansas City, so we left at four in the morning to get a head start and beat traffic.

I was worried about Miles since he isn't a morning person, but he showed me his bag of Red Bull and told me he would be fine.

'Yeah, until you crash from all that caffeine.'

It was times like this when I wished I had my license. I never bothered to get it because everything I needed was in walking distance from the college, and the bus took me to the airport and back.

"Are you sure you'll be fine? I'd rather arrive at your house later and safe, than earlier and in a wreck."

"Have some faith in me, short stack." Miles reached towards the passenger's side and ruffled my hair. "I've made this trip millions of times."

His words of encouragement did nothing to quell my fears, and he rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"But, I promise to pull over and rest if I start to feel sleepy."

My heart warmed at his consideration for my feelings, so I leaned over and kissed his cheek as a reward.

Miles' face turned beet red, and we almost ran off the road, scaring the hell out of both of us.

"And you accuse me being an accident waiting to happen." He grumbled, face still quite red.

"Well I didn't expect you to freak out!" I scoffed, thankful that no one was behind us.

It had only been a few weeks since we started dating, and while things were going great, we still were adjusting to the random displays of affection.

Not that we didn't like them, but every time one would kiss/hug the other, our faces would burn up and our knees would buckle.

Miles denies all of this, but I kissed him once on the main stairway in the library, and he almost fell down two flights of stairs.

That and what happened just now proves he's just as much a 'dork in love' as I am.

That's one of the things I like about him though.

Once we got out of the city, it was just a straight road of farmland and open fields into Kansas.

All the beautiful scenery and lack of buildings was breathtaking at first, but after three hours of the same thing, I started to get antsy, and my legs grew stiff.

Miles, for how impatient he usually was, seemed to be enjoying himself, drumming his fingers along to the radio and humming songs he knew.

"Can we stop soon? I need to stretch my legs before they snap off." I moaned, trying to rub some feeling back into them.

"If you don't take your feet off my dashboard, I'm not doing shit," was his only reply.

Jerk.

I did as he 'requested' and, fifteen minutes later, he pulled the Jeep into a Dairy Queen parking lot.

"Freedom!" I whimpered as I basically launched myself from the car and onto the pavement, hopping up and down to suppress the static in my legs.

"Not used to long car rides, short stack?" Miles chuckled, locking the doors and pulling out his wallet. "Since we're here, want to grab a bite?"

"Sure," I replied, hopping after him like some hyperactive Energizer Bunny. "Can we eat standing up though?"

After we placed our orders and picked up our trays from the pick-up window, the two of us settled in a cozy booth and dug in.

"One bite at a time, Miles," I chided, observing my boyfriend tear into his burger like a starved animal.

"Don't tell me how to live my life." He responded in between bites, ketchup smearing all over his stupid face.

I shook my head and took a spoonful of my Cotton Candy Blizzard, savoring the sweet taste.

"That any good?" Miles asked, wiping the remains of the fallen off his cheeks.

"Yeah, want a taste?" I scooped some up and held the spoon out.

Instead of taking the spoon, he opened his mouth and pointed to it.

"Such a child." I grumbled as I fed him anyways, sticking my tongue out when he gave me that infuriating smirk.

"I hope you get a brain freeze, you dolt."

"Such sweet words, cara mia, such sweet words."

Once we got back on the road, it was around 10:30 a.m., which meant we would be in Kansas City in a few hours.

I started to feel a bit anxious at the thought of meeting Miles' parents face to face.

"Do you think your parents will like me?"

"What do you mean?" Miles inquired, turning down the radio. "Of course they will like you. Heck, you haven't even talked to them, and they already love you."

"But that is because it's you talking about me. You probably tell them all these amazing things about me."

"Actually," He sing songed. "All I've told them is how much of a goody two-shoes you are, and how frustrating you can be."

"Wow, way to flatter your girlfriend, Miles."

"Just telling the truth." He shrugged with a cheeky grin. "Anyways, stop worrying. My parents will adore you. And even if they don't, their opinions won't matter since there is someone who adores you above all."

"Who is that?" I asked, trying to hide my smile at what I knew was coming next. "You?"

Miles' face went completely red, and he banged his head against the steering wheel.

"No, Jesse McCartney. Of course it's me, you twit! Obviously!"

I couldn't hold back my laughter anymore, and I erupted into giggles.

"Why the hell are y-?!" Then it finally dawned on him, and his face became a brighter shade of red. "You little-! Why do you always trick me into saying mushy crap?!"

"I don't trick you!" I cackled, dodging the candy wrapper he threw at me. "You say it on your own, you big ball of fluff!"

He hit his head against the steering wheel again before focusing back on the road, his face still a bright shade of red.

I chuckled at his pouting face and leaned over to kiss his cheek once again, keeping the steering wheel in place this time.

"Thank you for cheering me up, Miles."

"Oh, shut up and listen to the radio."

A/N: Okay, how I am doing the "Meet the Parents" area is that there will be a traveling chapter and a meeting chapter. However, the Upshur Family chapters will be from Young-ja's point of view, and the Park family will be from Miles' point of view. I'm doing this because I want to express what the other is thinking as they are about to meet their girlfriend/boyfriend's parents. That and I want to some chapters on their budding romantic relationship. Oh, and I understand Young-ja's pain since I am currently traveling across the U.S. and have been stuck in a van for six hours. *sobs*