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she could've. she should've. she didn't.
(she really, really, wished she had.)
“Ok, so I know we said we were gonna go to the movies, but like my parents have been dying to meet you and my brother isn’t home right now. So I was thinking maybe we wanted to hang at my place for a little bit.” Maya mentioned as casually as she possibly could, even though she was really nervous. This was a big step.
She’d only just told her parents she was dating someone a couple weeks ago even though her and Emily have been seeing each other for close to 3 months.
“Really?” Emily looks right at her, and for a split second she looks like she’s going to start running down the street, but then she breaks into a smile. “God, I’ve been dying to meet them.”
“Really? Why?” Sure, Maya knows her parents are pretty great but like they’re her parents.
“Maya, I want to be a cop and you know that. Your mom was the youngest captain ever appointed in NYPD history and have you seen your dad’s file. Oh my god! Can we go right now?” She blurts out unable to contain her glee. She starts pulling Maya along right back from where they came.
“Ok, slow down.” Maya says yanking, her girlfriend back to her and wrapping her arm around her shoulders.
“Hey, I can be excited to meet my heroes.”
“Don’t they say never to meet your heroes?”
“Hey, when your heroes are your girlfriend’s parents, you have to accept that they are going to exceed your expectations.”
“That is not why they say that.”
“Of course it is! Now let’s go!” Emily yells, while dragging Maya behind her down the street back towards the Santiago-Peralta residence.
They stop right outside the door. Maya whips around, her curly brown hair flying everywhere. She looks at Emily, who is running her fingers through her already fine blond hair.
She know she didn’t call but she’s only been gone for about half an hour. It’ll be completely fine and her parents (or least her dad) have been dying to meet Em. They’ll be perfectly fine with the unexpected intrusion. The worst thing is they went out and aren’t home.
But maybe this was a bad idea.
“Are you sure you want to meet them? We can come back another day. It would be no big deal.” She doesn’t know why she suggested this earlier. Her parents had never met one of her girlfriends before but she really likes Emily. Like a lot. She wants to hang out with Emily here whenever they want but her parents told her they could only hang out here once they met her. And they haven’t met her yet.
“Of course I want to meet them. Just open the door already.” Emily says, pushing her slightly at the door. Maya knew it wasn’t to intimidate her or anything. Emily was just a pushy person.
God, she made the wrong decision.
She puts the key in the lock and pushes the door open.
Emily is standing against the wall next to the door like she told her to do on the way over here, so she can handle her parents first before they even know Emily is there.
The door swings all the way open and-
“OH MY GOD!”
“Maya?!” Both her parents yell as the seem to spring apart from each other on the couch.
Maya wishes she could move but she can’t. Her feet are completely glued to the floor as she watches her mother push her father off of her and towards the opposite end of the couch in just his boxers. Her mother is only in her favorite purple bra and hastily pulls a blanket up over her to try and hide herself.
“What are you doing?!” Maya finally says, breaking out of whatever trance she’s in.
“Well, as you know I find you mother attractive and-”
“I know what you were doing! You know what! It was rhetorical!” She says starting to pull the door closed and desperately retreating to the hallway. “We’re leaving and will be back later.”
“We?” She hears her mother call after her. She’s already shuts the door but she yells a response through the door for good measure.
“You get to meet my girlfriend when you’re both fully clothed!” She turns to Emily, who is doing her best to keep herself from laughing, but she’s failing miserably.
“You,” She points right at Emily, “do not say a word.”
Emily burst out laughing.