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Peter and Michelle have been dating for a few months now but her parents haven't met him yet. They told their daughter to invite him over for dinner the next day. Of course, Peter was very much nervous. He even asked Aunt May for advice on what to wear and how to act. She told him to keep it casual and not to freak out. 'Act normal' was basically Aunt May's advice. But still, Peter was panicking. Michelle reassured him that they're really nice and that they aren't the stereotypical overprotective parents you see on TV. But she did warn Peter to think before he speaks because he tends to ramble on and on about random stuff, especially when he's freaking out. What MJ didn't say about her parents are that they're not technically in good terms as of now. They constantly argue and bicker about irrelevant things and they would randomly shout at each other. She crosses her fingers that it won't happen this time.

Peter slowly walked to the front porch and pressed the doorbell with trembling fingers. Sweat was all over his forehead. He didn't know why he was so nervous. Michelle greeted him by the door with a smile plastered on her face.

"You look great." He blurted out to her.

"You too. Are you ready?" She asked. Peter gulped and gave one firm nod. She pulled him inside and then her parents greeted him, making him even more nervous.

"You must be Peter Parker." said Michelle's dad, holding out his hand to shake Peter's. He merely looked at his own hand and took a few seconds to shake her dad's.

"Yup, sir. That's me." He said in a soft voice.

"Oh, don't call me 'sir'. Samuel's good."

"Oh okay... Samuel." He nervously muttered, then turned to Michelle's mom.

"Hi. Call me Angela." She said. Peter thought she was going to shake his hand but instead, she went in for a hug. "We already treat you as family, Peter." That made him smile a bit.

They were all seated in the dining room. A plate full of Zucchini and Roasted Tomatoes with Pasta and Dried Olive Flavor Shake was present on each place mat. This is when Peter realized that Michelle wasn't the only vegan in her family. While they were eating, MJ's parents decided to shoot Peter with a bunch of questions.

"So, Peter," Her dad decided to ask first. "Where do you currently live?"

"I live with my aunt in an apartment." Her parents' eyes were filled of curiosity. He knew what they were gonna ask next, but he decided to answer it before they even ask. "My mom and dad died in a plane crash, or so that's what my aunt and uncle told me. Then before I got bi--" He almost exposed himself. "When I was 14, my uncle passed away. He... he got shot." He looked down on his feet.

"Oh. I'm so sorry for your loss." said MJ's mom, holding his hand. Peter nodded at her.

"It's okay. It's just me and my aunt now though but, we're getting by."

"So uh.. What are you good at? Any talents? Hobbies?" asked her dad, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Oh.." Peter gave an awkward chuckle. Michelle smirked at him. "Well, I'm trying to learn how to play a guitar."

"Do you like sports?"

"Weirdly enough, not really."

"Oh come on, you gotta be kidding!"

"Samuel." MJ's mom gave him a look.

"What?" He said to her.

"If the boy doesn't like sports, don't push the topic, okay?" She said through gritted teeth.

"Oh come on, Angela. Everyone loves sports! Especially football, right Peter?" He smiled at him. Peter wanted to lie his way out of this one because it was the only way to impress him. But then Michelle's mom intervened again. Peter looked at MJ, she felt so embarrassed that she seemed to be shrinking in her chair. He seemed to do the same.

"You always do this! Trying to talk about one topic nobody else wants to talk about! Not everyone agrees to everything you say, okay?!" Her mom started shouting now.

"I just want to lighten up the mood here, okay!" He shouted back.

"JUST STOP! THE BOTH OF YOU!" Michelle stood up and shut her parents up. The dining room was awkwardly quiet for a few seconds. Tears started to fall down her cheeks. "Don't the two of you ever stop arguing?" She said quietly. She ran upstairs to her room and furiously closed the door, making a loud BOOM sound. Both of her parents put their faces in their hands. Peter followed MJ and knocked on her door.

"Love? You okay?" He asked, hearing only sniffles in return. He slowly opened the door and saw her sitting on the ground, face in her knees. Her back leaned on the side of her bed. He sat down beside her and she pulls him in a hug.

"Peter.. I... I'm so sorry I didn't tell you about... all that. My parents are such a mess." She continued to cry in his arms.

"Shhh. Michelle, it's okay. I understand why you didn't tell me." He rubbed her back, comforting her.

"It's just... I can't take this anymore, y'know? I don't want them to fight.. I don't want all of this to lead to a divorce, y'know? But I guess if they keep this up, they just might have to." She cries once more.

"We'll cross that bridge once we get there, okay? I'll be there right beside you." He cupped her cheeks, and brought his face closer to hers.

"Promise?" She asked.

"Promise." He said as he pulled her into a kiss, making them forget about what had happened and erasing their worries for what's about to come. They were here, in each other's arms, embracing the present.