Evelyn's heart has been beating faster than normal today. Her palm are a sweaty mess agaihis. She has cursed herself all of three times this afternoon and none of which were anything but sailor slang. She did not know why she opened her big mouth to agree to this or even why she did not stop herself when she did. Yet, here she is.

The slender boy with the beautiful eyes and asshole attitude may or may not have been the reason for Evelyn's hasty decision. He had worried her to bits and fought her hard not to do this and she had finally put her foot in her mouth. She had made a deal that she could not take back.

Evelyn did think about an escape plan maybe once or twice. Once when he locked the door to the apartment and the second time was definitely when he asked for her assurance. Okay, so maybe there was a third time when the two made a gas station pit stop, but still, she did not go through with any of it.

All in all, Evelyn is shitting bricks - metaphorically of course - and it is taking all of her self-control to not make a run for the hills and kiss everything and everyone goodbye.

"We've gotta go in eventually, Ev." He sighs.

Evelyn nods and glances at the beautiful home before her. It looks just like any regular old home in this part of Washington, but it belonged to the Mills family and that made it beautiful.

The road trip to said beautiful home was more or less beautiful. Evelyn hadn't talked much during their road trip - as short as it was - and George never warranted a conversation. It was the exact contrary of the road trip to Evelyn's home.

George did not warn her about how she should refrain from cursing in his family's home or how she should laugh at all his father's jokes. No. There was none of that.

The two sat in silence for thirty minutes and it felt like torture to Evelyn. Her thoughts were getting the best of her. Her unanswered questions were eating at her. Yet, she remained calm and zen on the outside.

She did not want to worry George. He was already scrunching his eyebrows, tapping and gripping the stirring wheel annoyingly and in no particular order. He was nervous and Evelyn did not want to induce his worries with her own.

That was before they were parked in the driveway of his parents home. This was all before he put the truck in park and released a heavy sigh. This was all before realization hit. Evelyn is about to meet George's parents.

This is a big deal, why would it not be? Evelyn has only done this once or twice in her lifetime and does not remember how this introduction-thing goes. She wonders what she should she say. She had so many questions:

Will George's parents like her?

Will they accept their obvious racial and cultural differences?

Will they accept her?

Evelyn's brain is definitely on overload and George's lack of support was doing nothing but inducing her worries. All he could say was that they couldn't stay in his truck forever. He couldn't even offer a reassuring glance. Evelyn would take anything as a means to calm herself.

Unfortunately for her, George was being his usual self and has opted against making any efforts to comfort her. Asshole.

"At least tell me what to expect." She finally glances at George.

George inhales deeply and averts his gaze elsewhere. He doesn't know how to tell Evelyn that his parents are assholes. Judgmental assholes who do not know how to properly support their son without making him feel like a pile of shit. How do can he even  tell someone that, George had to wonder.

"They're assholes." He exhales heavily and moves to exit the car.

Evelyn tosses her head against the head rest and listened to George make a scene of getting out of the truck. She watched him walk around the front of the car through the windshield. She rolled her eyes when he walked right up to her window.

Evelyn didn't understand how he can ignore her and offer vague answers to her questions and still expect her to want to volunteer to do whatever he wants. He truly is an asshole for thinking she would oblige. A very dumb asshole in her opinion.

"Ev, come on." He taps on her window.

Evelyn presses down on the lock button and shakes her head. She will not go anywhere without answers.

George watched her lock the truck and felt his headache worsen. He is already tense as is and Evelyn is only going to make it worse. She can be so annoying at times and he was hoping that she would not chose this time to be exactly that, annoying.

"Ev, get the fuck out of the car." He taps on the window harder.

Evelyn remains still and averts her gaze on the door a few inches away. She is hoping his parents won't come out and investigate. Then she would definitely have to get out of the truck and face the music.

The sound of the truck unlocking caused Evelyn to jump and glance out of the window again. She was met by George's smirk too soon before he forced her door open.

"I have keys you smart ass." He chuckles and leans in to unbuckle Evelyn.

Evelyn surrenders without a fight as she allowed George to unbuckle her before she moved to hop out of the truck. She landed on the ground with a overdramatic huff that made George rolls his eyes.

He is already aggravated from just being here. He did not need Evelyn's attitude to make it worse.

"Okay I'm out, now what?" Evelyn looked to the obviously annoyed Asshole.

George inhaled deeply and pointed to the front door. He sighed heavily at the Welcome monogram hanging just above the peephole. What a contradiction to his actually feelings of being unwanted and certainly unwelcome.

"Now, we enter the gates of hell." He exasperates.

Evelyn frowned at George's exaggeration and opened her mouth to scold him for his harsh words, but the voice of a woman beat her to the punch.

"George?" The woman calls, stepping off of the porch. "Oh my boy, you came back!"

Evelyn felt George's hand tense in hers. She couldn't remember when he grabbed her hand but she was glad that he did. She could feel his animosity. She did not even have to look at him to know that he was probably frowning or outwardly cringing.

Evelyn didn't understand why, though. The woman approaching them did not look the part of an asshole-ass parent - George's words - not at all. She did not even look like she could hurt a fly. No, she looked warm, radiant, and also gorgeous.

Evelyn has met a few Latina's in her day - through her very Latina best friend, Kimberly - but she has never seen one like Mrs. Mills. Evelyn did not have to think twice about putting together the likeness of George and his mother. He was a splitting image of her.

Her beautiful sandy brown tresses bounced around her happily as she stepped in front of her son. Her bright Caribbean blues shone brightly as she gave the boy a once over. Her olive skin glowed before they disappeared in the mist of her sons clothing.

Evelyn knew it was creepy, but she inhaled deeply when Mrs. Mills swayed her son from side to side. George spelled good, his mother smelled even better. She smelled of cocoa and sweet peas. The sweet pea was definitely coming from a Bath and Body Works collection, but that cocoa seemed to be all Mrs. Mills. Yeah, Evelyn was being very creepy.

"And who is this? You brought a friend?" The woman finally turned to Evelyn.

Evelyn glances between mother and son, smiling awkwardly at her sudden recognition. She had been ogling over the gorgeous woman as she exchanged words with her son, apparently forgetting he was not alone.

George nodded and reached for Evelyn's hand. Their hold of each other was broken when Mrs. Mills tugged George into an embrace.

"This is Evelyn, mama." He tugs Evelyn forward. "Evelyn, this is my mom."

Evelyn offers a small smile and steals a quick glance from George before returning her gaze on Mrs. Mills.

"Nice to finally meet you." She chuckled awkwardly.

Evelyn inwardly cringed at her behavior. She is not the shy type, but this is George's mother. The woman that co-created such a beautiful asshole. This woman raised the boy Evelyn calls her boyfriend. It is an honor meeting her. Nearly as close an honor as meeting the president would be.

The woman's bright eyes scanned over Evelyn slowly. Mrs. Mills is usually a warm and inviting individual, but she is fairly protective of her baby boy. Her son has had a history of choosing a few God-awful girls in his past and she has to make sure that he is not still doing so.

She can count on one hand the amount of girls George has brought home. Those few girls were quite alright but she believes that George ran them away or vice-versa, he seems to do that to people he cares about - especially his own family.

Evelyn felt small under the woman's gaze. They two had to be the same height, but those Caribbeans knocked Evelyn down a few inches. It felt like forever until a smile etched across the woman's face and she, once again, broke Evelyn's grip on George's hand and pulled the girl into a hug.

"Nice to meet you too, beautiful." She sighs into Evelyn's neck. "Welcome to our home."

The two step away from each other before Mrs. Mills claps her hands together with a wide smile.

"Well, come on. I can fix us something to eat." She announces before turning to Evelyn. "Do you eat sweets, dear?"

"Yes ma'am." She smiles. "My momma claims I eat too much, though." Evelyn adds with a chuckle.

Mrs. Mills giggles and winks at her son before telling the two to follow her. Evelyn's smile widened as she followed the woman. She still could not understand how a vibrant spirit like her could cause her son to feel so much pain. She could not wrap her fingers around that.

And as she looked to the boy who had been quiet throughout the exchange between his mother and girlfriend, Evelyn concluded that tonight she may find out. The darkness always finds the light after all.

"So you tutored my son?" The man asked for what felt like the millionth time to Evelyn.

In the past fifteen minutes, Evelyn has tasted the best Spanish bread in the world - she would give it high ranks alongside her mothers lemon pound cake - , listened to her boyfriend and his mother have a full blown conversation in Spanish, and has been given a wonderful tour of the Mills manor which is truly just a regular two story home.

Those fifteen minutes were neither the best nor the worst fifteen minutes of Evelyn's life, but they were sure a hell of a lot better than the past five minutes of speaking to this man. Evelyn is finally being awkwardly introduced to her boyfriends not so Spanish father and she is already ready to leave.

The man with the equally beautiful Caribbean eyes obviously loves to interrogate and Evelyn has quickly thrown the man on her list of people that aggravate her. It is not that the man is being invasive, he is asking the normal questions every parent asks their offsprings partner of interest, but his way of doing it puts Evelyn off.

He is seated at the head of the glass table, hands folded in front of him and face emotionless. He has yet gotten to Evelyn's name and refuses to get off of the subject of his son finally passing Organic Chemistry. Evelyn is trying to be patient, but she is feeling a bit short tempered than anything right now.

"Yes, sir." Evelyn holds her smile. "For the spring semester."

The man frowned before nodding and stealing a glance at his son. George felt the mans eyes but never looked his way. He had nothing to say to that asshole and the sooner his father realized that, the better.

"And now you two are... A thing?" His eyebrows crinkle in uncertainty.

George clamps his hands together silently while Evelyn nodded.

"Pretty much. Yes, sir." Evelyn answered.

The man looked to his wife who was smiling adoringly at the chocolate girl sitting adjacent to her son. For some reason, she  admires the contrast of their skin. For a short moment, she found herself thinking about the physical attributes of the young couples offspring. She feels that they would have gorgeous babies.

When she felt her husbands eyes, she turned to him and was reeled away from her daydream. The somber expression on her husbands face made her frown. He is so stubborn but she understands his behavior. Their son disappears for months and only returns to throw a tantrum before leaving on another hiatus, and then returns again with a girlfriend.

That was a lot to take in. The Mills family disbanded on a sour note and all of a sudden the conductor returns as if nothing ever happened? That does not sit well with husband and wife.

"I'm sorry, Evelyn is it?" The man sighs as he averts his gaze on Evelyn.

"Yes, sir." Evelyn confirms.

Mr. Mills nods and shakes his head before taking his wife's hand.

"I can't do this right now because we have unfinished business with our son." His eyes move to George. "He knew this before bringing you here. I don't know why--"

"Because I'm tired of being angry." George suddenly gritted.

Three mouths closed as he lifted his head to glance at the three pairs of eyes watching him. George felt vulnerable underneath their gazes, but he is truly tired.

He is tired of the back and forth. He is tired of the hiatuses. He is tired of not being able to call his mother. He is tired of not being able to joke around with his father. He is tired of avoiding his sister. He is tired.

"I tried avoiding this because every time I try, everyone walks away so angry. I'm tired of being angry." He relaxes his tone. "I just want things to go back the way they used to be." He exasperates.

Evelyn moved her hand carefully before taking George's and squeezing it gently. She had to remind him that he is not alone, not this time.

George inhaled deeply at the gesture and closed his eyes. He did not want to cry again in front of Evelyn. He hated her to see him so weak. That and he wanted to finally tell his parents how he really feels without getting so emotional. He hates being emotional.

Meanwhile, husband and wife opted for silence as their son gathered himself. Mrs. Mills smiled at Evelyn's gesture while Mr. Mills frowned at his sons apparent pain. He never meant to cause his son so much animosity and he was not going to risk having the boy lash out and walk away again. So if silence is what the boy needs, silenced is what the man will be.

"You guys pressure me. You don't give me credit for the things I do and ridicule me for the things I don't. I'm not like my sister. Me and Megan are two different people." He licks his lips to gather his thoughts. "I shouldn't have to yell and curse for you guys to get that. I should not have to yell about every accomplishment I've ever made for you guys to finally give me recognition."

George felt nothing as the words fell from his lips. He was numb to the pain that he felt for so many months. For so many years he held this pain in and allowed it to build. And as the building fell, he was not surprised that he felt nothing.

"You put me in competition with my sister, you know that? I hated Megan for so many years because I was never as good as her. I'd make honor roll - she'd make the principals list. I'd win a scholarship - she'd win a sponsorship." He squeezes Evelyn's had again. "The shit just kept going, she'd always win and then you'd badger me."

The room remained silent as George's voice soften. He thought he could explain his the cause of his recent rage without getting emotional, but he was wrong. He was dead wrong.

His inhales were becoming shaky and his exhales were shallow. His hand was a clammy mess in Evelyn's and his eyes were sparkling with threatening tears. He is on the verge of tears, but he knows he cannot stop. He will not stop until they understand.

"I worked my ass off and you made feel terrible for it. Nothing was ever enough. Nothing was ever enough. I could always do better. I could always do better." He continued while his voice trembled. "I did it all for you and it was never e-fucking-nough. Never."

George opened his mouth to continue but his tears silenced his words. His body trembled as he forced himself to recall the emotional torture. He knows that his parents meant well, but it did not make the pain any less bearable. They always pushed him too far and never picked him up enough. They judged and accused but never listened.

George also knows that there are kids who have way worse situations, but to him, his situation was the worst. Having parents who push but are never there when he falls is the worst.

Therefore, he didn't care that he looked like an overgrown child crying for attention. He was tired of not being enough. He was tired of not making his parents proud. Enough is enough for George. He just wants to mend the broken stitches and have his family back.