"Mike, I will literally pay you $10 to go and get me tampons, Advil, and some fucking Ben and Jerry's." I groaned, tucking myself even further into the covers. I had unfortunately started my period and this was something I had dreaded each month. The pain was unbearable, I was super bloated and every time I stood up, I felt like an ocean was shooting out of me.

He chuckled as he zipped up his jacket. "What ice cream do you want, baby?"

"Mmm, the brownie one." I grinned widely.

"Alright, I'll be back." He leaned over and gently placed a kiss on my lips twice before getting up and getting my key ring with the apartment keys on it and walking out of the door.

I stayed in bed and continued to binge watch Friends. It was the episode where Monica finds out she slept with a guy who was still in high school. It was one of my favorite episodes and I had it memorized. My phone that laid beside me made a noise and it was a text from Mike. He had sent a picture of a box of tampons and put, "These?" right after it.

I replied back saying that those were the ones and then chuckled to myself. Mike and I had come back from our trip from New York closer than ever before. We'd only been together for a couple of months but that felt like an eternity for me. It was strange. I just completely fell under his spell, falling for anything and everything he said to me. I was trying my hardest to not totally succumb to him, I mean, there's always the fear of heartache, you know?

His tour was gonna start soon and I was bummed that he and the rest of the guys were gonna leave me. Especially with Nicole and we still weren't on speaking terms. I tried to understand where she was coming from, but I couldn't. She's the one that encouraged me to go after Mike anyway! So, why was she being so hot and cold when it came to my relationship with him? I wasn't like that with Cam, ever. No, I accepted Cam for who he was and would even include him in stuff knowing it would make me the third wheel.

Moments later, my bedroom door swung open revealing Mike carrying a white plastic bag in each hand. "So, I got a little carried away with the snacks, but I figured you'd appreciate it right now." I chuckled sitting up a little in my bed as he handed me Advil and a cold bottle of water. "While I was there, I asked the lady what herbal tea is good for lady cramps and she said raspberry, so I got you some of this, too."

"Thank you, Mikey." I smiled thankfully. There he goes thinking outside of the box.

"No problem, Bon." He kicked off his shoes again and sat down on his side of the bed, handing me a spoon he got from the silverware drawer, and taking the lid off of my ice cream. We continued watching Friends and eating our junk food for the rest of the night, just happy to be in one another's company before he left for tour.

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The next day, I was lounging around my dad's offices, with my feet kicked up on his desk as he rambled on and on about something that I didn't care about as flipped through papers. "You know pops, you should get a computer in here so you can be in the 21st century." I half joked eyeing him as he looked at me through his glasses.

"Steven said the same thing. I don't know how to use any of that stuff!"

"You act like you're 100 years old. You can work a computer. You have one at home! It'd be a lot easier to organize your information and papers on one thing rather than killing all the trees of the earth with this paperwork."

He didn't say a word about it but just looked at me again and smirked. "Bonnie, do you wanna come and work with me to help me?" He asked with hope filling his eyes. He'd always wanted to pass down the family business to me, but I always declined, just like I would now.

"Daddy, you think I wanna be stuck in an office all day? I hate to break it to you but law doesn't interest me unless its SVU or Investigation Discovery." I smirked before patting him on the back. He was wearing a very nice suit that was tailored perfectly for him and his body type.

He laughed, holding onto his stomach. "Just thought I'd ask. So, what have you been up too lately? I feel like I haven't seen you. You haven't come for dinner. Last I heard, you were going to New York."

"Yeah," I sipped on my iced coffee. "Mike and I went up to New York for a week. I had some work stuff to do for the first half of the week and then we just explored the city the second half of the week."

"How'd he like the apartment?" Dad questioned with a smirk, knowing that place was flawless.

I put my feet back down on the ground and placed my cup on a coaster on his desk before speaking. "He loved it so much. He's never seen anything like it."

"Where is he from, again?" My dad asked curiously, taking off his glasses and putting his papers down to look at me.

"San Diego." I answered with a smile. I loved talking about Mike, it was no secret. "He left for tour this morning, they are in Portland right now." I twiddled my thumbs around each other. "And, now I'm bored with nobody to hang out with since Nicole and I still aren't speaking." Earlier when I had arrived here, I had explained to my dad what had happened. I didn't go into full details, but I got the gist of the story down.

"Okay, it's okay. You always have your pop to hang out with, Bonnie. And oh, that reminds me. What are you doing four Saturdays from now?"

I laughed, "Four Saturdays from now. Dad, I don't know. What day is that?"

"Um, the 13th or the 14th? I'm not sure exactly but one of those days."

"Don't think I'm doing anything, why?"

"Company Christmas party. We're doing it early this year." He grinned, trying to smile his way to make me go.

"Is there gonna be food?" I asked and he nodded. "Booze." He nodded again. "Well, I'm there." I shot him a grin before looking at the watch sitting on my wrist. "Alright daddy-o, I got to head out." I stood up and grabbed ahold of my purse before giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for letting me hang with you today. I'll call you later."

He smiled waving me off. Before I walked out of his doors, I turned back and asked, "Dress code?"

He looked up and chuckled, "Black tie, darling."

I nodded and shot him an finger gun, "Got it." Before walking out and leaving. Stupid Steven stuck his tongue out at me before I left the building completely and I shot him the finger before walking out and out to my car.

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"You two will talk eventually." Cam said nonchalantly as he took down his camera set up before packing it up. He was leaving to meet Pierce the Veil in whatever city was tomorrow because he had a shoot today that I was styling. "The longest you two have gone without talking was what-- three weeks? It's been a two weeks. One of you will give in."

"Well, not me Cam. She said some really fucked up stuff that didn't make sense to me. She's the one who pushed me to go after Mike and talked about how much of a great guy he is. And then the second I mention he was going to New York with me, she flips the switch. It doesn't make any sense to me. Does it make sense to you?" I questioned, hanging whatever clothes was thrown on the floor, back on the rack.

"Honestly, what if she's just worried about you?" Cam said looking directly at me. "I mean, you and Mike are very, very different people, Bonnie."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Cam chewed on his cheek before he spoke. You could tell he was about to drop a truth bomb on me; something that's been on his mind. But, he tried to be careful when choosing his words. "It means that you two grew up differently. Mike is from a poor family in San Diego, whose parents both worked themselves to the bone and ended up losing their house. You come from a very rich family in Los Angeles, where only your dad had to work. I know it shouldn't mean anything, but it does. I think she's just concerned for you. I think she's concerned for him, too."

I stood there in silence. I just studied him carefully as he regretfully thought back on his words. "What, like he's a bad guy or something? Like he's a gold digger or something?" I was trying not to get mad, I really was. I was clenching my fist in the hopes of it making my anger disappear. Cam was just being honest. no harm in that, right? Wrong. "You know what Cam," I stopped what I was saying. "The fact that you'd even say something like that, just proves to me that you're as big of a piece of shit as your girlfriend." I gathered up the things I needed and then walked away. I walked fast back to my car, slamming the door.

It felt like I was speeding back home, I was just so mad. Cam actually had the nerve to say that. I parked in my parking space and then went up to my loft. I needed a drink. I needed to smoke. I needed to calm myself down before I called Nicole and told her shit that would definitely ruin our friendship. Before I called Mike and told him what Cam said. And even the next door neighbor knew that I didn't have the guts to do that.

All I wished for was for Mike to be here. I don't know, he just made me feel better. Reaching for a wine glass, I poured some of the white wine in it and began to sip. I tucked the bottle underneath my arm as I grabbed my purse from the counter and went up to my room. Why the hell was I letting this stuff get to me? Letting Nicole and Cam get to me? Why? Because they are my best fucking friends on the planet, that's why I was letting it get to me. I've known Mike for a few months, and we've been together for two. He'd never do that to me. He didn't care about where I came from, and I didn't care about where he came from.

I sat there, drinking and thinking. It was 1 AM and I decided to call Mike.

"Hey baby." The gravel in his voice made my heart ache because I missed him. It'd been 20 hours and I missed him so much.

I smiled on the phone, as if he could see me. "Hey Mikey. How was the show tonight?"

"First shows are always a little rocky, but it was good. High energy from the fans and us. I'm so excited!" He began to ramble on about his day and every detail from the show. He was so stoked about everything and that made me really happy. "What'd you do today, babygirl?"

"Nothing. I went to go visit my dad at work then had a shoot today."

"Oh right, the one with Cam? How'd that go?"

"Yeah. It went fine. Normal shoot. Mike, can I ask you something?"

Concern seemed to get caught in his throat as he was waiting for me to ask whatever I was going to ask. When someone says stuff like that, it can make one's anxiety go wild. "Anything. What's going on, Bon?"

I stopped for a second, wondering if I should ask. I decided to just go for it; be gutsy. "Does my background make you uncomfortable?"

"Your background?"

"Like, where I come from. The family I grew up with."

There was silence on the other end, "Oh, you mean the fact that your family has a little money. Bonnie, no. Why would I care? Do you care about my background?"

"No. Fuck no. That kinda stuff isn't important to me, you know that."

"Then where did this come from?" The background he was in got quieter, and you can tell he got away from everyone and was alone.

I could've sold Cam out, I could've sold Nicole out. And, I should've. But, I stayed quiet instead, and maybe I shouldn't have.

Notes

If I could pay each of you $100 for your patience, I would. Thank you guys for continuing to read this one, among some of my others and letting me know to hurry up and update. I actually lost my login stuff to the site and that's how this whole not updating mess began. Well, I found it and now I am going to slowly, but surely, be updating again.

Again, I appreciate your patience and love you all forever for it.

First things first, re-read the story so that way it's in your brain again-- I did. And then continue to dream up ideas of what you want. Right now, I have an idea what where I want this story to go, but you know how I ask for ideas and every now and then.

I apologize for this being so unbeilevably shitty, but I need to get back into the groove of things.

THANKS FOR WAITING FOR MY PROCRASTINATING ASS. I LOVE YOU.

XO,
Ambs