Morgan pouted thoughtfully before shrugging. "Anywhere!" she chirped. She just wanted to get him out of this house. She gently bumped his shoulder, though. "We do need to go back to mine so I can get some fresh clothes though," she mused lightly. "You get to meet my parents," she chuckled lightly, leaning in to peck his lips playfully. "There's a nice Italion place not far from mine," she hummed lightly. "We could go there!"

"Whatever you want" He murmured, kissing her again and wrapping his arms around her. He nuzzled his face into her hair before letting go and going to grab his keys. "We're driving my car so you have to come back here tonight." He teased, chuckling lightly

Morgan chuckled lightly to him when she felt his arms around her, his face in her hair. She poked his side playfully. "Oh, so you're keeping me captive, are you?" she asked lightly. "My parents are going to start worrying about me, you know. Being out here all the time," she mused lightly to him, pecking his cheek. She didn't feel comfortable in his house, not fully anyway. His parents could come home, and she didn't want him to be around them when they did. "Maybe you should stay around mine. You know, in a warm house, a comfortable room..." she trailed off lightly.

"Your parents wouldn't mind, would they?" He asked, nervous now. "And if you're with me, yes you're my beautiful girlfriend hostage" He teased gently, opening the door for her as they walked out

Morgan rolled her eyes and shook her head lightly. "No, they shouldn't," she mused. "Just go say hi to them first, it might ease their minds," she then added with a soft laugh. It would be good for them to meet, she thought. At least if anything happened, they knew him and would be more likely to look after him a little bit.

Caleb held the car door open for her, closing it behind her once she climbed in. He got into this seat and started the car, pulling out of the driveway and driving to her house. He remembered the way from her driving them and he had a good memory. He pulled into her driveway and smiled over at her before getting out and going to open her door

Morgan drove over pretty quiet, just happy to spend some time with Caleb, really. It was comforting. She sighed and settled down pretty quickly. He was comforting, really. He'd been nothing but... well, he'd been perfect. When they arrived though, she hopped out the car when Caleb opened the door, and tilted her chin up a little to peck his lips. The movement was nothing but loving. "Come on handsome, let's go," she giggled happily as she took his hand and wandered in.

Caleb smiled at her and shook his head lovingly, at a loss for words. He smiled as they walked in, nervous to meet her parents and meet her siblings as he boyfriend, but tried to mask it by staying quiet and putting on a warm looking smile. He couldn't remember ever even seeing her parents, even when he had brought her home while she was drunk

Morgan squeezed his hand as they wandered into the house. She sort of hoped her siblings weren't around... they were pretty intimidating, and they'd already met. Luckily, they weren't, and her parents were sat in the living room. She Looked up at Caleb with a soft smile. "Relax," she mused lightly. She pulled him along with her before looking over at her parents. Her mother looked over at her with a cocked head, obviously looking a little confused at her busrting in with some boy. "Mum, Dad, this Is Caleb," she chirped happily, a stupid big grin across her face. "My boyfriend," she then added. "Caleb, these are my parents, Tara and David." Her father held a bit of a grin across his face, and her mother looked a little confused. "Nice to meet you, boy," the man chirped, standing up with the same friendly expression that Morgan often held. He held a hand out for him to shake, while her mother still looked confused.

Caleb shook the man's hand and smiled. "Nice to meet you, sir" He says, a smile on his face. He turned to the woman and nodded a greeting at her. He was listening intently to all of the thoughts running through their heads, wary of their reaction toward him. He'd worn a sweatshirt to cover the scars and seem to be treated a bit better reality. It wasn't lying, just keeping something for another time, really. He keot up a smile, hoping his face wouldn't show the curiosity and nervousness that he was feeling.