I closed my eyes, basking in the scent of the homemade blueberry pancakes that were cooking in front of me. I opened my eyes, noticing the pancakes were starting to bubble, a sign they were ready to be flipped. I grabbed a spatula and turned them over, and sure enough, they were golden brown and made my stomach growl in anticipation. Once they were done, I piled them neatly on a plate, and placed them on the table, along side of the fresh fruit, eggs and orange juice.

I smiled to myself, imaging the look on Parker's face when he saw this. My two classes of the day were cancelled, but since I was already up, I called Parker and told him to come over to eat before his class. He would love it no matter what, partly because he would like anything I made and partly because his idea of breakfast is a pop tart in his hand as he walks to class. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the mental image, and started digging through our pantry to see if we had any to put out, as a joke.

"It smells good in here," a male voice said. However, it wasn't the right male voice.

I pulled my head out of the pantry and saw a tall guy with strawberry blond hair and soft gray eyes, wearing a towel and only a towel. I tore my gaze away, feeling my checks flush in embarrassment. "I… who are you?"

He chuckled to him, as if he enjoyed making me feel uncomfortable. "Scott," he said, as if that should explain everything.

"Scott…" I ranked my brain as to why that sounded familiar, and then it hit me. "Scott! You're Jess's boyfriend right?"

He narrowed his eyebrows, his eyes growing dark and cold. "She has a boyfriend?"

My heart stopped dead in my chest as I desperately tried to backtrack without appearing obvious about it. "I, well, I thought, well…"

He studied me for a moment before he burst out laughing. "I'm messing with you! Yes, I'm her boyfriend." I exhaled a sigh of relief, mixed with annoyance. "You must be the roommate, she didn't mention how attractive you were," he went on, giving a smirk.

"Well, I prefer being called Aubree," I told him, turning around to grab two plates out of the cabinet.

"And you made breakfast? I like you more and more as time goes on."

I turned around quickly, knowing the annoyance was showing on my face. "Actually, this is for me and my boyfriend, but here," I handed him the box of pop tarts. "Help yourself."

"Don't mind if I do," he said, grabbing a pancake off the table before I even had time to open my mouth to protest.

I crossed my arms over my chest, the annoyance turning into pure anger. I exhaled a sigh of frustration as two, cold hard facts hit me. One, I hated my roommates boyfriend, and two, I would have to put up with him. "I told you that was for my boyfriend!"

He gave me another smirk as he lean against the wall, clearly enjoying this. "Unless your boyfriend is a 300lb linebacker, I doubt he can eat all the pancakes you made. Not to mention, the food is sitting out getting cold and he is no where in sight." He raised his eyebrow at me as he took another bite.

"Just take it and go-" The front door swung open, causing my sentence to trail off. Suddenly, all the anger and frustration melted away, because standing there was Parker, looking as adorable as ever.

He smiled as he eyes met mine. "Hey, sorry I'm late I was-" It was his turn to stop short as he noticed there was a half naked guy standing in the room. His light blue eyes flickered over to Scott, then back to me, and I saw the question in them.

"This is Scott, Jess's boyfriend," I explained before I walked up to him and kissed him deeply. He kissed me back, pulling me close to him, and I felt like I could melt into his arms.

"Breakfast and a show, I'm a lucky guy," Scott piped up from behind us, causing us to break apart.

I looked up at Parker and rolled my eyes. I would not let this guy ruin my, our, morning. "What do you think?" I asked, gesturing towards the table.

"I think it looks amazing, so I can only image how it tastes," he told me with a smile.

Scott shook his head at us. "Well, I guess it's time for me to leave. It was lovely chatting with you Aubree."

I waited until he was out of the room, and ear shot, before I started my rant. "That guy is such an ass! How can she be with him? How does she stand him?"

Parker laughed, taking a seat at the table. "He wasn't that bad, don't let him get you all worked up."

"He was that bad, you just missed the pre show! He is the devil in a towel," I told him, taking a seat next to him.

Parker looked at me, giving a soft smile. "Okay, I'm sorry he made you upset. Would you like me to go beat the crap out of him?"

I smiled at him and shook my head. "Yes, but that is probably not the best idea considering I live with his girlfriend."

Parker's smile grew, seeing that I felt better. "Well as soon as they break up…" He joked, piling food onto his plate.

"That sounds like a deal," I grabbed his arm, giving it a quick squeeze before I started making my own plate.

We ate in silence for a few minutes, but it wasn't awkward at all, it was just both of us enjoying our food too much to bother with small talk. Then, Parker placed down his fork and looked over at me, an expression on his face more serious than I had ever seen it. My heart automatically started to race as a million awful thoughts flashed through my mind. He squirmed around in his seat, then cleared his throat. When he opened his mouth, I looked down at my plate, bracing myself for what was about to happen next.

"Aubree, I have something I need to ask you," he said, and I could hear the hesitate in his voice.

"What is it?" I asked, hoping it was even audible.

"I… was hoping you would want to…come meet my family?" It was funny how those words made me relax and tense up at the very same moment. He wanted me to meet his family! That was so sweet and warmed my heart, but was I the only one that remembered what happened the last time we one of us met the other ones family? "I talk about you all the time, they really want to meet you. Don't worry, my mom will love you!" He added, as if he could read my mind.

I smiled at him, trying to push the fear away. "You really want me to come meet your family?"

He smiled and leaned in, kissing my nose. "Yes."

"I would love to then," I said, feeling my smile grow.

"Great, we can go this weekend then!"

This weekend? As in, two days from now? What in the world did I just get myself into. I was sure Parker's mom wouldn't react quite like my mom had, but the chance of it made my stomach turn. Plus, there was two nagging questions inside my mind, ones that I weren't even sure I wanted answered or not. Did Hannah ever meet his mom? And more importantly, did she love her too?