Okay but that accent he did cracked me up, I’m from Texas and that just… omg. xD
He was very nervous, to say the least. Dylan and Shelley had been dating for almost 7 months now, and things were beginning to get serious. They told each other that if they made it to the half year mark, they would bring in the ‘rents; so they did. Dylan’s parents loved Shelley, and she immediately clicked with them as if she had been apart of the family for years. Now, it was Dylan’s turn, and the fact that her father was, “very interested” in meeting him, scared the shit out of Dylan. This is his little girl, so he’s bound to be protective, Dylan knows this. Sadly, that knowledge didn’t cushion the blow.
Shelley’s family lives in Louisiana, so the couple decided to go there and pay her family a visit. She seemed very excited to see her family, and tried all she could to reassure him that they were nice people. Pulling up to the Hennig ranch, Dylan felt a pain in his knuckles, and realized he was gripping the steering wheel a bit too tightly, “Dyl, just relax. They know that I love you, so they will love you, too.” leaning in, Shelley gave him a quick peck on the kiss, “For good luck, even though you don’t need it.” she smirked, sending a wink his way before hoping out of the car. Dylan smiled at this, as it did make him feel better, but the nerves were still pulsing through his veins.
He watched as her mom ran out of the house and wrapped her arms around Shelley, hugging her tightly. The sounds that they made caused the corners of Dylan’s lips to twitch upwards. Walking up, her mom turned to Dylan, who held out a bouquet and spoke, “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Hennig. Shell told me all about how you like centerpieces, and my mom grows flowers in her garden. I hope you like them.” A gasp escaped from Mrs. Hennig’s mouth, “Why gosh golly aren’t the precious, bless your heart, boy!” she took the flowers before giving him a hug- Dylan taking note of the accent.
Then came her father, “Well, he’s got the wife wrapped around his finger, so the lad can’t be that bad.” This guy was about 6′2, and all muscle. He was slightly dirty, but the ‘worked-all-day’ kind of dirty. The man gripped Dylan’s hand, shaking it harshly but keeping a kind smile on his face, “Nice to meet you, boy. Name’s Glenn, but you can call me ‘Sir’.” “Glenn.” his wife spoke, harshly. She gave him a look that said, ‘be nice’. Dylan cringed slightly at the death grip, but kept a smile on his face, “Nice to meet you, too, sir. I wouldn’t dream of calling you anything else!” this caused them to laugh.
Shelley’s brothers weren’t in town, but Dylan had already met them so it wasn’t too big of a deal. This weekend was all about the parents, and Dylan was just hoping to leave a good impression. Their accents were very thick, so he thought; why not? Maybe if he could give a good accent, they’d be impressed. So it was grilling time, and everyone was out back while Mr. Hennig grilled some steaks, “How do you like your steak cooked, boy?” he called. Dylan took this as his chance, “treat it like roadkill, sir. Cook that thing until you’re sure it ain’t coming back.” there was a pause. Shelley’s eyes widened slightly, and she had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. Mr. and Mrs. Hennig looked at each other confused, not quite sure what he meant.
And that was it. Their facial expressions were enough to get Shelley onto the floor, unable to hold in her laughter. Dylan’s cheeks turned tomato, and as her parents finally realized what he just did, they began to laugh, too. “I like you, son!” Mr. Hennig spoke between laughs, and Mrs. Hennig gave Dylan a pat on the shoulder.
Well, that didn’t go as he played it out in his head, but Dylan wouldn’t have it any other way. Yeehaw!
I love it when people try to do Southern accents, but they don’t realize that each Southern state has a different kind of accent xD Hope you liked it!