There were racks of clothing all sitting beside one another. Mostly clothes of the color black were hanging on silver hangers. I was chewing on my lip as I was picking and choosing outfits carefully for Vic, Mike, Tony, and Jaime. I was putting things together, taking things apart; hanging clothes up on higher plains so I can see the entire outfit. I was in the back of the warehouse where we were shooting, and chaos was apparent as the guys were expected to arrive any minute now. It was 9 PM and I had a really long day ahead of me.

The director, named Drew, was setting up his cameras and his associates were getting the lights set up and the bands crew members were putting together the guys' equipment and making it look pretty since that's all that really mattered in a video shoot. I had just finished putting two outfits each for the guys for the first scene, then they were supposed to bring me some of their clothes for the performance part of the video.

"Bonnie!" I heard being shouted from behind me and I turned around seeing Nicole walking with the guys towards me. She had two iced coffees in her hands and a teal bag hanging from her arm. "Darling, I brought you liquid happiness." She said handing the venti sized cup from Starbucks over to me.

"Oh, thank god. I'm gonna need this tonight." I said, and then the guys approached me, Mike greeting me with a small peck on my lips. "Hey, guys. Did you bring the clothes you wanna wear?" I asked smiling. They all nodded, holding up bags. I made a face, "Are they clean?"

Jaime laughed, "Of course. But uh, we kinda just stuffed them in the bags so..." He trailed off innocently.

"Don't worry, I have an iron." I pointed to an iron unplugged and the cord rolled up perfectly around it.

"You're a lifesaver, Bonnie!" Vic shouted.

"I know, I know. Okay, so you guys read the treatment for the video right?" They all nodded and I lead them over to the outfits that I had picked out. I went through each one and explained which one was who's and what scene they were gonna wear them in. They all liked what I had chosen and then Drew came by and wanted to explain how this whole process was gonna go.

A couple of hours later, Nicole and I were in the back, ironing the guys' performance clothes then hanging and separating them by each band members' respected area of clothing. We sat on one of the chairs in the back before the guys had to change and just talked for a bit.

"How've you and Mike been?" She winked at me and smiled slightly.

"We've been lovely. He's going with me to that dinner thing for my dad."

"Oh snap, meeting the parents already." Her eyes grew.

"I told him that he didn't have to go because of that, that I would ask someone else and no hard feelings. He said he would go. I told him that I'm giving him until tomorrow to bail on me." I informed her, both of us laughing.

"Oh my god, what will your dad say when he sees him?"

"I don't know, he doesn't know that I'm seeing anyone. My mom does, but you know my mom."

Nicole smirked at me, "Your mama wants you to get impregnated by a doctor or something. Not a band dude covered in tattoos."

I nodded, looking over at Mike whom was doing his best acting for the video. He looked at me quickly and stuck his tongue out at me before going back to what he was supposed to do. "Eh, I don't really give a fuck what they want." I looked back at Nicole and smiled.

"You're gonna have to tell me how all that goes,if he doesn't bail."

"Believe me, I'll tell you every detail."

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The next day at 10 PM, we were all done with the video shoot. It was long and tiring, but super fun. We all went back to the guys' house since it was a straight shot from the warehouse. Mike and I were in his room, laying down. "So," I asked. "Are you gonna bail on me on Saturday night?"

He looked at me with a smile. "Nah, I'll go. Can't leave my girl hanging." He curled up to me and rested his head on my shoulder.

"Gotta find your best outfit, darling. It's a black tie event."

"Are a lot of rich, fancy people gonna be there?" He wrapped his arms around my torso and made himself comfortable.

"Unfortunately, yes. Some of them are snobby, some won't even acknowledge the fact that you're alive, some are really cool, some aren't. It's basically a lot of rich old lawyers, their rich, spoiled housewives, and the young gun lawyers who want to be just like them." I informed him, hoping it would serve as a warning to what he should expect.

"Do they acknowledge you?" He questioned, leaning up and looking at me.

"They are super fake to me. They have to kiss my ass because my dad kind of signs their paychecks. The wives don't like me though because I'm supposedly 'not using my good fortune' or whatever. Just because I actually had a dream and went after it and worked like crazy for it rather then get married at 22 to a law school graduate and pop out kids that a hired nanny can take care of."

"Oh god, if they hate you, they are definitely gonna hate me." His brown eyes grew, but then he started laughing. "Like I give a fuck."

"Good. Because I don't either." I smiled widely as I ran my fingers through his hair. "There's an open bar and great food. That's what I look forward to when I attend these things."

"Open bar? I'm there." He said excitedly.

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I sat on the edge of my mattress and glared at the dress hanging on a hanger which was hung on a hook. My hair and makeup was done, and all I had to do was get myself dressed. All I had to do was unzip the dress and put one leg in at a time and then zip it up. Why couldn't I do it? Because I was nervous as fuck. That's why. Mike was going to be meeting my parents. And, it was obviously way too early for that. We've been officially official for what - three weeks? I should've just invited Nicole or something.

I got up and grabbed the glass of wine that was sitting there yearning to be sipped on. I know better than to chug a glass of wine, since that is the opposite of classy, but I had to loosen up. The faster I drink, the drunker I get. The doorbell rang as I had finished the glass so I hurried down the stairs and Mike was standing behind the door, looking as spiffy as ever in black skinny jeans, and black collared shirt and a black blazer over it.

"Well shit, you sure clean up well." I raised an eyebrow as he took in my compliments, then kissed me softly.

"Thank you, baby." He shut the door behind him and watched as I filled up my glass once more. He chuckled softly, "Getting loose on the juice, I see."

I nodded, "I hate going to these things. I gotta get prepared somehow. If not, it won't be that fun. There's beer in the fridge if you wanna join me." I pointed to the fridge with my glass and then made my way back up to my room. Mike grabbed a beer and followed me up before plopping himself on my bed.

I grabbed my dress and slipped it off, making Mike zip me up from the back. Once I had it on, I smoothed it out and wiggled in it a little for comfortable. I went to my vanity and grabbed my gold Michael Kors watch that my mom had got me for my birthday earlier this year, and my long necklace, putting them both on. "Babe, can you grab that black Givenchy clutch from the chair over there?" I pointed to the small chair that was sitting in the corner.

He got up and picked up the clutch that was sitting there, walking over and handing it to me. I stuffed my lipstick, phone, and my powder inside of it - for touch ups. I groaned as I was in my closet digging for my shoes and once I found them, I slipped them on. I got my glass and drank it again, this time taking stopping for air. Mike and I went down the steps and were back in my kitchen, swallowing out alcohol.

"Well," I grinned. "Let's go."

He drove to the hotel where the event was being held and the valet parked his car. "Oh shit, valet." He said shocked as he handed the valet his keys. "Niiiice."

I laughed softly and linked my arm in his as the bell hop opened the doors for us. We walked in and I lead the way into the event room, Mike opening up the doors for us. It was decorated nicely with thick cream curtains over the windows and every round table had the same colored table clothes over it. The tables were topped with candles and flowers carefully placed in the center. There were a whole bunch of people all dressed in suits, ties and their wives dressed in long dresses with their overly done hair.

I looked up at Mike and smiled widely, he matched mine and we walked further in together. Some of my dad's colleagues stopped us as we were making our way to the table my parents were sitting at. We kindly greeted them then went over to my parents. I was a bit nervous, but not as nervous as I was. I'm assuming it was because I had half a bottle of wine in my system. My mom smiled as we arrived at the table and said hello to the both of us.

"Mom, this is my boyfriend Mike. Mike, this is my mom, June." Her brown hair bounced as spoke, her teeth white as can be as she brought out her hand to shake Mike's.

"Hello Mike, it's nice to finally meet you." She grinned and he said the same thing. She waved my dad over whom was chatting among his pretentious lawyer friends. He walked over and eyed me with a big smile.

"My princess, you're finally here!" He gave me a big hug then looked over to Mike, giving him a quick look up and down. "And you must be Mike." He said with a grin. I looked at my mom who had apparently told my dad about Mike, shooting her a quick glare, then back to smiling as Mike and my dad shook hands.

"It's nice to meet you, sir." Mike said, nodding with his best grin.

"Please, call me Derek. Alright, there is an open bar right over there. Since you two are probably dying of boredom right now. And the dinner will be out soon." My dad smiled widely then nodded at the both of us, then walked over to mingle.

Mike and I looked at each other and smiled, then went straight to the bar to order some drinks. We were stuck in our own little world talking together and sipping on our drinks. We found ourselves in a small conversation with one of my dad's partners, David. David was super cool with black hair and he had thick rimmed glasses. His beard had some gray in it and he had a small pudge underneath his black suit. I've known him as Uncle David for as long as I can remember.

"So Mike, what college did you go to?" David questioned curiously as he sipped on his glass of champagne.

Mike bit on his bottom lip and couldn't seem to get the words out and his cheeks got a little pink, so I did it for him. "Actually, Mike went straight to touring with his band after high school. Even during high school." I answered with a wild grin and Mike looked down on me with thankful eyes.

Dave smiled, "That's so great! Music is a beautiful thing isn't it? So, touring. That means you must've been a lot of places, right?"

Mike answered but this time quicker and then they went on this entire conversation about all the places he's been and things like that. I was in and out of the conversation and in one of those 'out' moments, I noticed Steven from afar. He was talking to his best friend, and yet another one of my dad's newer partners, Gabe. He knew I was looking at him, because he was staring at Mike. I turned my head and looked around and actually, a few people were looking at him. At the tattoos that were visible on his hands, indicating that he had sleeves on his arms, and his neck tattoos, at his piercings and the fact that word had probably spread that he was my new boyfriend who just happened to be in a band.

I saw one of the housewives whispering into another woman's ear as she looked on at Mike and I. I looked at my parents and how they weren't staring. And for some reason, that made me happy. They didn't care what Mike looked like, or what he had tattooed on his body. They just accepted him as someone that I have a lot of feelings for and someone I like being around. I liked that.

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After what felt like forever of being surrounded by all of this dullness, Mike and I decided to leave. Once we were eating, he was having a wonderful conversation with my parents about a lot of stuff. They seemed to like him and seemed interested in him. I think they noticed how happy he made me. The valet had gotten Mike's car and drove it to the front as we waited for it. He opened the passenger door for me and we got in and went back to my house.

"Well?" I asked once we had kicked off our shoes and plopped on the bed lazily. "How was it?"

He chuckled, "That was by far the most intimidating thing in the world. But, it was kinda cool. Hated all those people staring at us, though."

"They looked at you like you had six heads, and they looked at me like I was on fire or something." I rolled my eyes. "But, whatever. I ain't worried about nothing."

He laughed as he looked at me. "Thanks for inviting me. Your parents are super awesome by the way."

"They are a little intimidating at first but are ultimately super cool." I told truthfully. I was lucky that I had such cool parents. I've heard horror stories about some other parents.

"They are. I hope they like me." He said looking deep into my eyes, calm and carefully.

I leaned towards him and placed a kiss on his lips gently. "I hope they do too."

The small kisses turned into big ones and the kisses trailed from our lips to each others neck and chest. Before I knew it, he was shirtless with his pants unzipped and my dress was completely off as he was on top of me. I couldn't help but feel like I was in perfect bliss with him, and now I guess it just got a little more serious.

Notes

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