Later on from my nap that Mike and I shared after stuffing out faces with pizza, we had both woken up and he left to head back to San Diego. I was still lying in bed watching TV and simultaneously checking my social networking accounts that I interestingly enough had a new follower by the name of @ptvmike. I was checking out his stupid written pictures and all of his selfies on his Instagram. I checked the time seeing that it was almost six, meaning I had less than an hour to get ready before I went over to my parent's house. I got up slowly and then threw together a comfortable outfit since I wasn't about to get all fancied for a small family dinner. I accessorized the v-neck and jeans and touched up my makeup.

My phone lit up from the cushion of my bed and I picked it up to see a notification from Instagram. I opened it and it led me to his profile and to a picture of himself, Nicole, Cam, and I at my house the other night, each with beers in our hands. He had taken the picture because his arms are the longest. The caption read, "Bummed that tour is over and even more bummed to leave my mini vacation in LA, but so glad to be heading home and getting into the studio to write some jams. @nicolealysse, @cambamthankyoumam, and @bonniexo: I'll be back for a Round 2 in a week or two for a while." We were all smiling widely and looked like we'd all been friends with each other for years. Which is half true, except for Mike and I.

I found myself smiling at the photo and then liking it. Then it seemed like minutes later, I was getting mentioned in a lot of comments about how pretty I was on the picture and even followed on Instagram. It was kind of strange but I didn't take it as much. I shrugged my shoulders and continued to get ready. I braided my hair into a fishtail braid and finishing up, tied up my boots and grabbed my bag to head over to my parents’ house.

Once I had arrived to my parents’ house in Beverly Hills, I killed the engine and grabbed my bag and headed on inside. I walked in and my mom was in the kitchen cooking away. "Hey mom." I greeted as I placed my bag down on the counter. I walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey sweetheart. You look cute!" She admired my comfy look of the night.

I chuckled, "Thanks Mama J." I said. "Where's dad?"

"Where else? In his office. He got a big case this week. It involves a wealthy man, so it's a little scandalous."

"Okay, so nothing new?" I joked, making my mom laugh. I walked down the hall and knocked softly on the almost shut wooden door that was my father's office. I poked my head in and he waved me in.

"Hey darling." He kissed my head when he stood up from his chair. He pushed his glasses that were sitting on the rim of his nose up higher to where they should be.

"Mom told me you got a pretty big case this week," I mentioned as I sat across from him at his desk. As he was answering me, giving me the plot and details of this case that I cared nothing about, I was studying his office. His diplomas were hung up, pictures of my mom and I, his collegues snapping candids with him. It was so dark and broody in here; it looked like it smelled like leather, and all I wanted to do was give it some life, but he'd never let me. He sure loves his browns and neutrals.

"What have you been up too this week, Bonnie?" He questioned, clicking the pen that he held in his hands irritatingly.

"The usual. Buying, styling, blogging. I hung out with Nicole, Cam, and their friend this week."

"Good. You need to hang out more and have fun."

"Dad, my job is fun. I hang out all the time." I rolled my eyes. He was always trying to make me feel like I was working myself too hard. I knew when I got like that; I know myself well enough. I just always assumed he was being a dad.

He chuckled, signing some paper and then placing it on the side so he could sign more. "I'll take your word for it." I decided to let him work and that I would go and see if my mom needed help in the kitchen. Her and I were talking about things that had been going on lately. And as usual, she name dropped any friend that happened to have a single son my age and it was pretty annoying.

"He went to Harvard Medical School, Bonnie. Oh, he's so handsome! He has the most piercing blue eyes and he's so smart. You'd love him. His name is Cole."

I rolled my eyes, hating that she assumed that I was interested in the same type of guys that she was into when she was my age. But, I never said anything. I just let her talk and let her imagine my life with someone. She's been planning my imaginary wedding for years, since Steven and I were together. "Mom, you're so annoying."

"I just want the best for you. You should meet Cole, though. At least give him a chance." She insisted.

I shook my head, "Mom, I'm fine being single. I'm just fine on my own. This isn't your ages, you know. Women are allowed to be single, independent, and happy."

She walked over to me and touched my hair softly. "I know you are."

"Don't mind your mother." My dad said as he walked into the kitchen. "Bonnie doesn't need a boyfriend, Linda."

"See? Dad thinks Cole sucks, too." I joked, making both my dad and myself laugh.

"Cole Rogers? He's a good man. But, stop trying to be Match.com." He said to my mom before sitting down at the table to eat. He was always keen to his sense of smell and was able to tell when dinner was about to be ready.

I sat in my spot at the table and sipped on the lemonade that my mom had made. She served us our food then we all ate and told tales of our lives since the last time we saw each other. I had always been close to my parents. I was their only child for Christ's sake. They let me be when I was a teenager and I was thankful for that even though I was a good kid.

After dessert, I headed back home. I had planned for Tuesday to be a day full of doing nothing. I was going to stay in my pajamas all day, eat junk food, and watch TV. This week was going to be busy as usual and tomorrow was my day to relax; Tuesday.

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Just as I had planned, I was in my pajamas and being lazy. My hair was tied up in a messy top knot bun and I was eating a bowl of rocky road ice cream and binge watching Modern Family. There was a buzz that came from my door so I got up and went down the stairs to answer it. Nicole's blonde hair swung my way once the door opened and she grinned stepping into my place.

"Bon Bons!" She exclaimed walking towards my kitchen. "Lazy Tuesday?" She asked staring at my appearance.

I nodded taking a bite of my ice cream. "Yup. I got a busy week ahead of me, I got to chill today."

"So," She said after taking a sip of her iced coffee. "A little birdie told me that Mike was here the other day." Her blue eyes pierced me and a small smirk was growing on her red lips.

I smiled softly. "Yeah, so? I ran into him at Gus' and then we hung out. Big deal." I shrugged, knowing she was going to make it a big deal.

"Sooo, how come you didn't tell me?!" She shouted throwing her arms up and walking upstairs. I followed her to my room and we both plopped on my bed. "Spill. What happened?"

"Well, I ran into him at Gus' and he was there with his bandmates and then he was telling me that he was leaving later that night. So, he went with me to go drop off the stuff I had bought for Lora, then we came back here and watched TV and ordered pizza. Then, we napped. And when we woke up, he left back home and I got ready to go to my parents house. See? No big deal."

"You guys napped together? On this bed?!" She was stringing out every word making it seem like this was the biggest scandal on the planet.

"Yeah Nic, so what?"

She glared at me but smiled slyly. "You know, Cam told me that Mike hasn't stopped talking about you."

"Oh my god, you're so annoying. Like my mother."

"Shut up. I'm just saying. He was obviously flirting with you."

"Of course he was flirting with me, I'm not an idiot. I just don't read into everything like you do."

I adjusted myself on my bed and got under the covers. "Do you think he's cute?" She questioned with a smirk.

Do I think Mike is cute? Cute doesn't even begin to cover it. Mike is gorgeous. Everything about him; his looks, his personality, his dreams, his accomplishments. He was head to toe someone I had felt like has always been my type. Edgy on the outside, a softie on the inside. He was nice and humorous and make me feel happy. He's more than cute, he's a beautiful person inside and out. "Yeah, I guess." I answered blankly with a shrug.

"Well, he thinks you're beautiful." She egged on, acting like a five year old teasing their friend about boys and cooties.

"That's super cool." I said seemingly uninterested by this news as my eyes were kept glued to my TV screen.

"Ugh, you're so sucky you know? I'm just trying to be Cupid here!" She threw her hands up in defeat.

I giggled, "Thanks Nic, but I didn't ask you to. I'm good, I promise." I gave her a soft smile.

"You'd still wanna hang out with him whenever he comes back, right?"

I rolled my eyes, "I don't see why not. He is becoming a friend." I put an emphasis on friend, because I didn't, she'd never let this whole thing go.

She nodded happily then began to watch TV with me for a while before she had to go and start working for the day. The only reason I got out of my bed today was to pee and eat, other than that, Netflix was streaming all day and I didn't mind it at all. I loved time to myself doing absolutely nothing. That's what made Nicole and I so different. She hated being home, she always wanted to do something, be somewhere. It didn't even matter with who as long as she was not at home.

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I felt like I had been inside of a blur for the last week and a half. I don't know what it was. It could've been because I had actual meetings and they bored me to death. Or that I was becoming less than entertained by fashion lately, again. This always happened. I got bored quickly and lost interest. Once again, I found myself eyeing things in a fashion magazine hoping that something would stick out. Nicole was looking for something too, something fresh. Winter was around the corner and the fashion is usually a staple boot with a coat with whatever underneath. We were both dying to see something that our eyes hadn't seen before.

I couldn't have cared less about name brand things and luxury items because I didn't live that way. I found treasure in somebody's trash, and something pieces rather than a whole. I sipped on the iced coffee that had become an official accessory of mine at this point. "Nicole, what the hell is even going on in the fashion world right now?"

"Dude," she said as she looked through blogs and the Internet for ideas. "I wish I could tell you. I think we'll be able to find something that pops but right now there's no way that's happening."

I sighed and decided to look away from the magazine and people watch for a moment. I was studying their fashion, their style and that's when it hit me. My eyes widened at the idea, "Oh my god, Nicole. I just got an idea for the site." Her head looked up at me and waited for my idea. "Why don't we do this piece on Hollywood fashion. Look around you, dude." She did so. "Everyone has their own idea of what's cute and what looks good on them. Isn't that what our site is about? Being free to self express and do that through fashion, hair, nails, things like that."

Her mouth curled into a smile and she began to bang her hand on the table, "Bonnie! You're a fucking genius! And we could simply photograph them in their outfits of the day and then ask them about it. Dude, that is what really is fashion anyway!"

We both smiled brightly and with sparkling eyes. This was the best idea I think I've ever had. Simplicity is the best way to describe this new launch that Nicole and I had planned on doing for ages. Who were we to judge another woman / man on what they wear? We just loved fashion and anyone who respected it enough to self express with it.

We went straight to work on writing our ideas down and starting tomorrow we would began to street walk and see what popped out to us. This was beyond exciting for us.

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My phone rang loudly and I ran to it as it sat on the counter in my kitchen. Nicole's name was in big white letters with a silly photo of her and I as her photo ID. "What?" I said as I held the towel that was around my body tightly as I ran back up the stairs.

"What are you doing?"

"I just got out of a nice relaxing bath. Why?" I questioned as I let my dry hair down from it's bun.

"Get ready, we're going to dinner."

"Ugh, what the fuck? I was gonna chill tonight."

"Okay, well not anymore. Get dressed. I'll be there in an hour."

"An hour?! What the hell, Nicole?" I shouted as I ran from my restroom to my room.

"Okay, well bye. See you later." She said blankly then hung up.

I became aggravated as I wen to my closet and threw something together to the best of my ability. I laid the clothing out on my bed then rushed to do my makeup. Once I was done with my makeup and making sure my hair looked good, I quickly got dressed and then it seemed the second I stuffed my phone and makeup into my purse, the buzzer to my door rang. I knew it had to be Nicole with a stupid smirk on her face.

I went from my room down the stairs to the front door and swung it open, ready to scream at Nicole for being irritating as fuck. But, instead of her long and wavy blonde locks underneath some sort of hat, there stood Mike with a beanie sitting atop his head. A smile quickly formed on my light red lipsticked lips. His smirk turned into a huge smile, "Well Miss Bonnie, we meet again."

"Mike! I thought you were gonna be Nicole. I wanted to beat her ass for making me get ready in an hour."

He chuckled as he gave me a hug once I closed my door and locked it. "Yeah, sorry. That was my idea." We got on the elevator that took us down to the first floor. "I wanted to hang out with you guys since I'm back in LA for a couple of months."

"Ooh, months this time?" I questioned as he led us to his car. It was a black Cadilliac and Nicole and Cam were sitting in the back.

"Yeah, we're here recording the new album." He grinned as he opened the passenger door for me. I got in and turned around to glare at Nicole.

She was sent into a fit of laughter, "Sorry, dude. I know you hate short notice but we decided on dinner pretty late. And, it was Mike's idea."

Mike got into the car and started it up. I tried not to smile too big at him because I knew Nicole was watching me like a hawk. She'd use this against me somehow, I know her too well. We got to the restaurant and were sat immediately. Mike wanted to know what had been going on with us since the last time he was here. Nic and I told Cam and Mike about her new idea for the site and what it entailed and they were both really excited. Cam even volunteered to photograph whomever we chose if we wanted him to do it.

Mike was eyeing me whenever I spoke, even when I didn't. I couldn't help but smile at that, though. "Mike where are you staying while your here?" Cam asked him as we all stabbed our salads and ate it.

He cleared his throat, "Some house. It's actually kind of by Bonnie's place." He mentioned shooting me a glance.

I smiled softly and Nicole was staring at me, smiling as well. I chose to ignore her for the time being and continue conversing around the table. Mike was explaining the house he and his band were staying in and how long they would be here for. With the occasional trip back to San Diego.

Throughout the night, we all laughed and made jokes, deciding that we would plan around Mike's schedule in the studio to all hang out. Once we were done, Mike drove Nic and Cam home first, since their place was closer to the restaurant, then me. He parked and got off with me, riding back up the elevator and right in front of my door. He was looking down at me with a smile, "It was great seeing you tonight, Bonnie."

I nodded, looking up at him and how tall and perfect he was seeming to me more than he already did. "It really was. I'm glad you're back, at least for a while."

He grinned, "Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?" His eyes reverted to my hair and he grabbed a hold of a piece and pushed it behind my ear.

"I'm gonna go and start seeing if I can find people for the site." I gleamed.

"May I tag along? We aren't starting studio stuff until the day after tomorrow."

I smiled, "Yeah, of course. I'd love the company."

He chewed on his lip, "Great. What time should I wake up?"

"I can go get you like at 9."

"9?! In the morning?!" His eyes were wide and it made me laugh out loud.

I nodded, "Yes. I gotta get my breakfast in, doll."

His smiled softened, "Okay. 9 it is. I'll text you the address, okay?" I nodded, unable to stop myself from smiling around him.

"Sounds great. I'll see you in the morning, then." I began to unlock my door.

He walked up to me and kissed my cheek softly, "Can't wait." He bit on his bottom lip and watched me as I walked inside before he left himself. I locked my front door and could feel my heart beat out of my chest. I walked upstairs to my room, still smiling. I could have collapsed on the floor because my knees felt so weak. I got undressed and took off my makeup before I headed to bed and got some sleep. Deep inside of me, I couldn't wait for tomorrow.

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I sent a text to Mike at 9 o'clock on the dot and he came out a couple of minutes later. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a black UNIF cutoff tee and a black beanie sitting on his head. He had on sunglasses and as soon as he got in my car, he lifted them up and eyed me. "Well, good morning sleepyhead!" I shouted with a smile.

"You're crazy for waking up this early, what the hell Bons." He buckled his seatbelt and then looked at me up and down. "Well, you're looking mighty fine this morning." He shot me a wink and I hoped in that moment that I wasn't blushing as bad as I think I was.

"Thank you. Now, the routine usually foes that I get a coffee and breakfast, then begin my day because guess what? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." As soon as I finished talking, he burst out laughing.

"Wow, that was incredibly dorky of you." He smirked and his nose scrunched up a little.

"What? It's true! It really is the most important meal." I said innocently and he laughed and said under his breath, "You're too cute."

I chewed on my lip as I continued to focus on driving and got to my favorite coffee shop /cafe. We both got off and then ordered our coffee's and breakfast. He was chewing insanely gross as he scarfed down his breakfast sandwich and I made a face at him. "What?"

"You eat so gross." I giggled and he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "But on a side note, you know how I'm doing some pictures today of outfits I like? I actually really like what you are wearing."

He looked down at his outfit and pointed to himself, "Me?"

I nodded, "Yeah. It's very street, but also what I would think of typical band guy attire. So, if I may, can I take a picture of your for the site?"

He grinned, "Yeah! Of course!"

"Good, we'll do it later." I sipped on my coffee slowly, not wanting to drink it all even though I knew I was going to.

"You now, I'm pretty excited to get to know you better these next couple of months. Nicole and Cam have always talked about you and say all these great things about you."

"I'm excited, too. How long have you known them anyway?"

"For a few years. I knew Cam before Nicole and then he introduced me to her later on. And it was Nic that would always talk about you."

"Oh god, what would she say about me?" I dreaded the answer. Nicole definitely has a big mouth, so he could know anything and everything.

He chuckled, "Nothing bad. Just how much of a great friend you were and how you two are a tag team. Things like that." He paused for a moment. "And how she wishes that you could find someone that was perfect for you." He eyed me for a moment, watching me roll my eyes.

"Nicole is like my mom. They are literally nightmares. Nicole tries to find me guys that she thinks is right for me. And my mom apparently thinks I like lawyer / doctor types? I don't know. They are both annoying as fuck."

"I get where you are coming from. My brother is the same way. Always trying to overdo it and he should know that I don't care. And, I hate getting set up. Like, I'm fine, dude. I'm good. You focus on your nonexistent love life."

I nodded in agreement, then laughed. "My mom wants me to get married and to be set for life, Nicole wants me to get laid but get laid by my soulmate."

He burst out laughing, having to cover his mouth to do so. He didn't say anything, not like I thought he was. He just nodded his head softly and then continued to eat and drink his coffee. Mike squished the subject of relationships and honestly, it was refreshing.

The rest of that day was spent walking around the city and Mike helping me find style inspiration from the public. We had taken a few pictures of a few people and asked them about their style inspirations and what makes them comfortable in clothing. Then, when we got back to my place, I took a photo of Mike and then asked him those same questions. In which he said: "Let's see, my style inspiration isn't really anything. Or anyone. I like street wear. I like anything. I feel like all I wear is cutoff t-shirts and black jeans. Then I wear a hat. But, I feel comfortable. I feel like it explains who I am; simple and carefree. Fashion can do a good job of telling you about someone and their desires and dreams."

Notes

I FINALLY UPDATED! THANK YOU GUYS SOSOSO MUCH FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME.

I've been super busy with work but also, having major writer's block. The stories will continue, but if you could give me some time, that'd be great.

I'm sorry that this chapter is kind of boring and just tons of whatever and nothingness. I promise that there will be a point to everything. There always is.

What do you think about Mike now being in LA for a couple months for recording? Do you think that he and Bonnie are going to spend a lot of time together? What about her mother wanting her to date someone of prestige like a doctor or lawyer? I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Thank you for reading, you guys.

XOXO,
Amber