Dad: So, everything ok over there?
Naira: Yep, Vic’s throwing a small party and I’m getting to meet all of his friends
Dad: Is it fun? By the way, I’d like to meet Vic sometime
Naira: So far, it’s going well, I think… I’m not sure.
Naira: And of course you’ll get to meet him sometime. You just have to get over here so you can!
Dad: I’m still saving up for it ;)
Naira: I’d love to chip in, but I’m broke since I had to pay ahead for the new apartment.
Dad: We’ll figure it out someday
Naira: Otherwise we can always set up a skype date

Naira’s POV
I woke up to somebody giving me multiple kisses, running a hand through my hair in a comforting way. As much as I just wanted to hit them with a pillow, I knew for a fact that it was Vic. It was a Sunday already and I had been spending the entire weekend with him. He picked me up after work on Friday, then we had a pretty lazy day on Saturday, but today was going to be very busy. The night before, I had told Vic to wake me up as soon as he decided to get up so that I could help him set everything up. We even decided to go to bed early, but that lead to us only going to sleep pretty late. I really wasn’t up for starting a new day already.

I opened one of my eyes and was met with his happy face, automatically making me smile. However, that did not mean I was ready to jump out of bed right away. I let him peck my lips one more time before mumbling, “Just a bit longer.”

“I tired you out last night, didn’t I?” He gave me a mock sympathetic look, shaking his head lightly at his own actions.

I sloppily slapped his cheek, only making it seem like I stroked it with an accidental hard start. “I’m too tired to think of anything witty to say.”

“Just close your eyes and sleep for a little longer, I’ll be fine setting up everything by myself. I wasn’t counting on anybody helping me anyway,” he told me and kissed my forehead before climbing out of bed.

I did just as he told me and snuggled underneath the covers, bringing them up to my chin. As much as I felt guilty for making Vic get his house ready for a party all by himself, I also didn’t want to be a zombie when all his friends were here. It was the first time I was meeting anybody outside of the small circle that included Mike, Tony, Jaime, and Maya, and it was freaking me out a little. Apparently, one of the bands they were pretty close to was in town and was also coming, and then it also included some of his other friends in the San Diego area. I really wanted to make a good first impression. His friends hating me would probably be a deal breaker. This was a pretty big step in our relationship.

I really did sleep for a while longer. While I wasn’t planning on sleeping for more than another half an hour or so, Vic actually came in to wake me up again. Luckily, this time I was only groggy from being woken up and didn’t feel the need to sleep for even longer.

“Hey,” Vic tried talking quietly so he wouldn’t wake me up in a harsh manner, “the guests will start to show up in an hour or so, I thought you might want to have some time to get ready.”

I hummed in response and pushed myself up from the position I was laying in, which was just me laying on my stomach and hugging the pillow that my head was resting on. After rubbing my eyes to let them adjust to the light, I turned to look at Vic and gave him a smile. He returned it easily and kissed me to fully wake me up. I guess he didn’t mind that I just woke up and might have had morning breath, or maybe he just didn’t acknowledge it.

“I hope an hour will be enough,” I laughed a little and regrettably threw the covers off myself and got out of bed. As I stretched out, my bones all cracked in what sounded very painful but actually wasn’t at all.

“Just take your time and come downstairs as soon as you’re ready,” he sweetly told me, walking up to me and kissing me again before walking back out of the room and continuing with setting up downstairs.

I ran a hand through my hair and decided it was best to start with taking a shower. Either I would stand there and do nothing, or I could actually be productive. I knew that if Vic came to check up on me and I was just standing there, things wouldn’t look all too great. That didn’t mean I minded procrastinating a little, though. So, instead, I walked up to the bag containing clothes that I had decided to bring along with me especially for this. I had followed Maya’s advice and tried my best to create an outfit that didn’t include one of my many sweaters. I knew she was sort of joking with her statement, but I did actually think this special event deserved something slightly different.

After rummaging through the bag and looking at the clothes, I decided it would just be best if I brought everything along with me to the bathroom. It had everything I needed in it, so why not? I didn’t really want to risk walking into Vic’s room with nothing but a towel when there were many people in his house. Who knew who could walk in?

I reached out to turn on the shower and took off the shirt I had been wearing in bed, which was actually Vic’s shirt. I had often been wearing it when I stayed over and left it here when I went back home. Over time I also made sure that Vic’s bathroom wasn’t exactly a guy’s bathroom anymore. No, I did not suddenly change it from some filthy place that never got cleaned to something that was pink and smelled of flowers constantly. I just made sure he had more toilet paper and had a bin with a lid. Then there was also an extra towel on the racks that he had given to me for whenever I took a shower here and I left a small bottle of shampoo for me to use. I wasn’t some crazy girlfriend that was just suddenly going to change everything, I just wanted to be able to do normal everyday things without any problems. If I was just here every once in awhile, it wouldn’t matter, but with me practically being here every week for a couple of days, things did change a little. Men’s body wash and shampoo did eventually get annoying to use after a while.

I stepped into the shower and let the warm water fall over me as I washed my hair and body. Normally, I’d just take around ten minutes if washing myself was all I was doing. Don’t take that the wrong way, I meant taking my time shaving would normally lead to me taking a bit longer. Anyway, back to what I was getting to. I decided to take a little longer this time. Why? Well, there was a pretty obvious answer to that. I wanted to take longer than that hour Vic had told me about. You see, there were quite a couple of people coming, and I really didn’t feel like coming downstairs when there was either nobody or a small group of people. I’d immediately have to introduce myself to them and then as soon as another person came in I’d have to repeat it. If I joined in when most people were already there, then I didn’t have to do that since most people would have already found a group to talk with.

Yes, I was very nervous about meeting Vic’s friends and I was afraid I was going to freak myself out too much.

When I decided I had been in the shower long enough, I got out and wrapped my towel around myself. Usually, I’d dry myself and hop into my clothes, but this time I decided to wipe my hand over the fogged up mirror and focus on my hair first. I knew Vic had a hair dryer somewhere, so I looked around in the couple of cabinets he had. Of course, I didn’t want to snoop around, so I literally just looked at what was on the surface. Just like always, it was in the last place I looked, but it only contributed to my procrastination plan. I plugged it in and started to dry my hair, which was something I actually rarely did. However, I felt like waiting until my hair completely air dried was a bit overdoing this whole thing.

Much to my despise, my hair turned very frizzy, reminding me why I hated using so much heat on it. Somehow it did ok in hot weather, but as soon as I started using tools without some special anti-frizz heat protectant spray, it did not do what I wanted it to. What it did allow me to do, though, was braid it in nice thick braids, which it normally didn’t do. Although I did think my hair was getting a bit too long, my braids did look quite marvelous like this. Making the best out of the worst, I guess.

Next, was my makeup that didn’t take all too long. I didn’t wear that much, so I limited it to eyebrows, eyelashes, and lips. It was literally done in five minutes or so, it being my daily routine and something I had managed to master over the time. I did have some liquid eyeliner with me that I considered putting on, but something told me to not even get started with it. Maya was the one who was a lot better at pulling off eyeliner the first try. Of course messing up and having to redo it would make me stall a bit more, but I also wanted to look presentable. Going downstairs with black smudges all over my face was not exactly my idea of the way I wanted to look when I met new people.

So, putting on my clothes it was. I slipped on my underwear before reaching out for the white halter-like top that had a loose hanging bow on the back. That along with the baby pink skater skirt I was wearing showed off a little of my skin around my ribs. I knew that if Maya would be wearing this, everybody would be staring ate awe at the tattoos she always hid. I understood why she didn’t feel comfortable wearing something like this, but when I got to see her tattoos that day at the beach, I immediately loved them. Something in me wished I also had something unique like that, but needles just scared the absolute shit out of me. I guess my unnatural pale white skin was what was unique about me. Well, maybe my hair was a better feature, but still.

I did bring heels along that I wanted to wear at first, but I quickly reminded myself that I would be taller than Vic if I would wear them. It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with that, and I was definitely going to wear them in the future. But doing it while he was showing me off to all of his friends? Maybe not. I didn’t want to make some bold statement the first time, you know? So, I put on my white vans instead. The only thing I had to watch out for while wearing them was making sure not to get them dirty. And, let’s be honest, in a place like S.D., where it rarely rained, it was pretty difficult to stand in some mud.

Letting out a sigh, I decided to go downstairs. As soon as I entered the living room, which also had the large sliding doors open to the backyard, I saw a lot of people standing around. So, my plan had worked, but I wasn’t exactly sure if it was the right thing to do. I didn’t see anybody I recognized and I wasn’t just going to go up to people and try to start a conversation. It would have been so much better to have Vic introduce me to people.

Realizing my mistake, I decided to sneak into the kitchen. Nobody seemed to notice a stranger walking around in the house, but then again there was a chance that some other people here also didn’t know each other. I just stood there, trying to figure out what to do next. At least it was a lot calmer here since there was nobody talking way too loudly. Was I going to be stuck here until the party ended?

“Hey, do you know where the beer is?” A voice said from behind me, making me jump a bit.

I turned around and saw a guy with short black hair and shook my head. “No, sorry, I just came in here, but my guess is in the cooler.” I proceeded to point at the large blue plastic box that was most likely standing there for people to take things out of.

“Right,” he laughed and checked the cooler. Indeed, I was right. There were multiple brands of beer in bottle and can form surrounded by ice.

He thanked me and I was once again left by myself. I was too afraid to go out and look for Vic. Something just told me I would stand there awkwardly, not being able to see him anywhere, and I wouldn’t really dare to ask anybody. I had few regrets in my life, but this was definitely one of them. If it weren’t for the fact that these people were all Vic’s friends and people I had to make a good impression on, I wouldn’t have had a problem being here.

Just as I shyly left the kitchen, I looked out over the living room and backyard again. Some people moved away a bit, allowing me to see Vic standing outside with four other people. Luckily, he happened to glance in my direction and make eye contact with me. He motioned me over subtly with a small movement of his head and I smiled back. Before going up to him, I put up a finger to tell him to give me a second. I quickly rushed back into the kitchen to pick up one of the water bottles and took a deep breath before deciding that it was better if I joined him now that lose him again.

“Hey,” he grinned and wrapped an arm around my waist as I bounced up beside him. He quickly pecked my lips before realizing something. “Wait, you’re wearing lipstick, did I just screw it up?”

I shook my head and giggled. “No, you’re all fine.”

He turned back to the people he was talking to before and pointed at me. “Guys, this is Naira. As you probably would have already guessed, she’s my girlfriend.”

He introduced everybody to me, telling me their names even though I forgot them a couple of minutes later already. As a teacher, you’d expect that I mastered the remembering-names skill, but I was nowhere close to it. I was the worst, especially if I was a little stressed out about the people. However, the guy from before was also in the group, thanking me for helping him find the beer. I wish I could still remember his name…

“What were you doing in the kitchen?” Vic laughed, questioning me about my whereabouts while taking a sip of his own drink.

I shrugged, feeling a little out of place with my boring water. “I honestly don’t know. But it sounds better than being lost in this group of people.”

Everybody agreed with me while chuckling a little. The honest truth sounded so sad, so maybe they thought I was joking. Hopefully, it wouldn’t make Vic feel like he was obliged to constantly be around me. I didn't want to seem like a clingy girlfriend.

“So, Naira, what do you do for a living?” One of the guys asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

“I’m an elementary school teacher,” I told them, “which is basically the reason why I moved to San Diego. If it weren’t for this job, I’d probably be living with my dad. My last teaching job was more like an internship that they decided to extend a bit after I graduated college.”

“Wow, you’re one of the first people I know, or at least of the people here, that actually graduated from college without any implications. Well, at least I’m assuming that.” The same person said, while I nodded to confirm that everything went pretty smoothly for me, or as smooth as something could go for a college student.

“The only problem is that the school is in the neighborhood bordering this one and that many of the parents don’t like me. They complain that I don’t have enough experience, that I don’t have my own kids, that I only graduated one and a half years ago.” I continued, hoping to make this less awkward for me by not just waiting for people to ask me questions. This wasn’t supposed to be an interrogation session.

“I just let her rant to me whenever she wants,” Vic added.

“Don’t even get me started,” I sighed, knowing that as soon as I would start talking about it in too much depth, I would not be able to stop.

“Wait, did you say you graduated one and a half years ago?” A shorter man with a snapback on asked.

“Well, let me count,” I squinted a little as I thought back to some specific dates, “I graduated just before I turned 22. So, yeah, one and a half years sounds about right.”

“You’re 23?” He gasped in surprise, making me shift uncomfortably as they all looked at me.

After that, I wasn’t as involved in the conversation anymore. I acted like I listened, occasionally giving a response and nodding my head along, but I wasn’t really into it anymore. It wasn’t that I was afraid that Vic’s friends would judge him, but that was just it, they wouldn’t judge him, but I wasn’t so sure about myself. I never really minded our age gap, but now I started feeling uncomfortable knowing how big of a deal it actually was. It wasn’t going to change the way I felt about Vic, but it definitely put it all into perspective.

When my eyes landed on Maya standing at the sliding doors as if she had just arrived, I realized that it was my way out for the time being. I put my hand on Vic’s shoulder to catch his attention, not knowing what the conversation was about anymore. “I’m going to go to Maya for a bit, ok?”

He nodded and let me go, laughing with his friends as somebody said a joke right after I had left. I saw that Maya was staring at something with a scowl, but couldn’t see what it was, so I decided to join her and find out from her. As soon as she was in reach, I hugged her, finally making her realize I was there.

“Naira!” She greeted and quickly hugged me back. “How’s everything going?”

I let out a loud sigh and pouted, hoping she could cheer me up a little. “Pretty very terrible.”

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad!” She nudged, acting like nothing was bothering her just seconds before.

“Maya, I’m 23,” I deadpanned as if it were self-explanatory.

“So?”

“And Vic is 33!” I whisper-shouted frantically while trying to make sure nobody heard me at the same time. There was no need to cause a scene. “That’s 10 years difference!”

“And?” She shrugged again, still not seeing my problem

“The age difference between my dad and Vic is smaller than the age difference between me and Vic!” I whined and hit her lightly as I was trying to make my point.

She snorted and bit her lip. “Ok, that’s pretty funny.”

“Maya!” I gasped and punched her harder this time, but not hard enough to really hurt her. “People will think I’m some slut or gold digger or whatever!”

“But you’re not, so that’s the only thing that matters,” she lectured and quickly glanced in the same direction as before again. “Now, I don’t exactly want to be here, so if it’s really that bad, you can come and leave with me.”

“Like that will leave a better impression,” I scoffed and rolled my eyes before standing on my toes to try and see what was annoying Maya so much. At the table at the end of the yard sat Mike. He had two girls around him and they were all laughing loudly, one of the girls really enjoying that she could touch Mike’s arm whenever she wanted to. Of course. “You’re going to have to talk to him sometime, Maya, you can’t keep going on like this.”

She decided to take the ‘easy’ route and act oblivious. “Talk to whom?”

“You know who I’m talking to. And I know that this is bothering you. Just talk to him, you don’t have to admit your feelings straight away, but at least make things right.”

“I will avoid him as long as I can,” she mumbled, making me doubt if I was supposed to hear it. “I’m going to go get something to drink.”

And with that, I was left to fend for myself once again. With the way she pushed through the crowd to get to the kitchen, I felt like she wasn’t going to come back anytime soon. They were both starting to hate each other’s guts for no reason. It started out with a kiss, but somehow they managed to make it a lot bigger than it was supposed to be. They didn’t even have something that would make the hate make sense. It was just the feelings they had that they hated.

The only thing I could do was go back to Vic and mind my own business, they obviously didn’t want my help. However, somebody called out my name before I could start walking in Vic’s direction. I snapped my head towards the source and saw it was Mike. What the hell did he want from me?

I closed my eyes and told myself to calm down and not get annoyed with him for no reason before taking the leap and walking up to him. Sitting down on the bench on the other side of the table, I raised an eyebrow at him, basically telling him to get to what he wanted me for. Something inside me told me that I wasn’t here because he wanted to introduce me to these girls hanging off of him.

“Ok, so Naira, we three were wondering what is was like to be in love. Would you be able to answer that for us?” He smirked, looking at the two girls who nodded as soon as they made eye contact. It disgusted me that he thought it was necessary to have them around him.

“Why should I know?” I questioned innocently, not really realizing what you could take away from it.

“I just thought, you know, you and Vic…”

My eyes widened, but I managed to quickly compose myself without him noticing something was off. I quickly retorted with a dirty look, “shouldn’t I be the one asking you?”

“What? Why me?” He leaned back and brought his bottle of beer to his lips.

“I just thought, you know, you and Maya…” I repeated.

“I already told you, we don’t have anything to do with each other anymore,” he answered as if it was no big deal, but I could see in his eyes that he was still hurting.

“Then why do you have this urge to hang out with other girls just to make her jealous?”

The girls looked at him with a disgusted look before walking away and towards another group of guys. Mike glared at me, and I knew I had to be careful because he would be getting his revenge. “Really, Naira? Really?”

I snickered and shrugged before leaving him all alone.

The evening continued without all too much hassle. Vic introduced me to some more people, and my age never really came up again, but I could tell that many people did know. They didn’t treat me much differently, but then again, I didn’t know how they would have treated me if they hadn’t known. I just decided to try and put it past me.

Mike also didn’t really seem to bother me anymore, although his question about me being in love had made me start thinking. I never really had given it much thought before. Vic and I hadn’t said it to each other yet, which I didn’t mind. I felt like I wasn’t in love with him yet, but was on my way to. It wasn’t like we rushing into anything. So far we had taken it quite slow, and everything was going smoothly and perfectly, There was no need to change it suddenly.

I didn’t see Maya anymore. She could have decided to just leave, she could have been mingling with some people she also knew, or she could have simply decided to get drunk somewhere. I really wanted to go out and look for her, but I couldn’t just leave Vic. He seemed so happy that I was making an effort, I didn’t just want to screw that up. Sure, Maya was also just as important, but I had been trying to help her for so long. I also needed to make sure something in my life went well.

By now, the sun had already gone down. There were candles placed on the tables that were put next to each other to make one long one, making everything have a nice orange glow. I was sat in Vic’s lap since there weren’t enough chairs for everybody, but I didn’t mind all too much. It was actually pretty pleasant. His arms were wrapped around my waist to keep me in place and he’d occasionally kiss the shoulder he could easily reach. I already felt a lot more comfortable even though Vic and I would often have small conversations of our own.

I had my phone in my hands, busy texting with my dad because he was asking how everything was going. If I didn’t text him first, he would often check in and quickly shoot me a text instead. Vic looked over my shoulder briefly and breathed out heavily as he laughed a little.

“He wants to meet me?” He asked, reading the conversation I was having.

“Of course he does,” I giggled, knowing how dad would always bring it up if I mentioned I was around Vic, “especially with all the stories I tell him. The only problem is that it involves a plane ticket that will not just magically appear.”

Vic hummed in response and decided to take this in a slightly different direction. “I was thinking… how would you feel if I told the fans about us? We’ve been dating for a bit now, and I don’t feel like it will end anytime soon… I understand if you don’t want to, but I just thought it would be better if we make it official before they somehow find out and start making nasty rumors.”

“Oh, um.” I wasn’t really sure what to think. I actually completely forgot that this was also a part of Vic’s life. Most couples just had to worry about meeting the parents, but I also had the fans that would want to know. “I don’t know… I mean, I wouldn’t mind all too much, but you just mentioned the possibility of rumors. Social media is basically the reason why most teachers get fired and aren’t able to find a new job anymore.”

“I see what you mean,” he said and moved his thumb up and down on the hand that was placed just below my mid thigh, but I could also tell that he really wanted this.

“But then again,” I continued, “you did say that the rumors would be worse if they find out themselves… I guess it will be better if they find out from you and not from stalking somebody else’s photos. We’re bound to be somewhere in the background of one of the many pictures taken here today.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded and leaned in to give him a kiss, placing one of my hands on his cheek. When we broke away, Vic’s phone buzzed. There was a text message from Jaime that had a photo he had just taken of us kissing attached with the caption ‘What about this one?’. Although it did mean that Jaime had heard part of our conversation, it didn’t matter all too much. Vic gave him a thumbs up and a thanks back. Our relationship was just starting to get more and more official.

After telling me that he was going to put it up the next day, I wriggled around in his grasp to try and get free. However, Vic realized what I was trying to do and pulled me closer. I tried to pry his hand off individually, but that didn’t seem to work either.

“Vic,” I whined quietly and I continued to try, “I drank four bottles of water, I need to pee.”

“Ok, ok, I’ll let you go this time, but you better come back,” he compromised.

I started making my way back inside when something wet hit me when I was about halfway down the yard. I looked down and saw my entire left side completely soaked with water while a broken water balloon was laying on the ground as hard evidence. Immediately, I tried to see who had done it and saw Mike juggling a second one. He was laughing while some other people were giggling as well. While I knew that the other people meant no harm with it and just thought of it as a joke, Mike did it to get back at me. I glared right at him, making his laughter only get louder.

Ok, that was it.

I stomped over to a cooler that had been standing outside and opened it. Fortunately for me, the ice had melted and only a couple of drinks were left in it. I took out the bottles and picked up the red cooler before sneaking over to a Mike who seemed to be enjoying himself way too much. He had gotten up from his spot on the bench, so I stood on it, making it much easier for me to reach out. With the extra height I gained like that, I threw all the ice water over Mike’s head and body, making it look like he had jumped in a pool with all his clothes on.

“I told you not to mess with me,” I seethed and jumped down before putting the cooler back on the floor. Mike looked at a loss for words and Vic gave me an unimpressed look all the way from the other end of the table. It was only then that I realized that everybody was staring at me. Luckily, some people couldn’t contain their giggles, causing everybody to burst out into a chorus of laughter.

“Now, back to what I was going to do,” I muttered and started going back inside.

I went towards the stairs, which was also where the downstairs toilet was. When seeing that there were three people waiting to go downstairs, I decided to just go upstairs, knowing that nobody would be up there. Vic had explicitly said that nobody was allowed to go upstairs, but I figured that I was an exception to that rule. However, just as I was about to climb the stairs somebody stopped me.

“Nobody’s supposed to go upstairs,” a guy with long-ish wavy black hair informed me.

“I know,” I nodded and pointed at my skirt that was clearly wet on the side, “but I think I might also have to change and all my stuff is upstairs anyway.”

“Oh! You’re Vic’s girlfriend, right? Naira?” He checked with me.

I nodded, “yep, that’s me.”

“Well, I’m Kellin,” he introduced.

“You’re in that band, right? What was it again?”

“Sleeping With Sirens, I’m the lead singer.”

“Yeah, that was it,” I smiled, acting like it had been on the tip of my tongue, “I’m really bad at this stuff. Maya’s more into this music scene than I am… She’s been trying to get me to listen to it ever since we started talking, but I don’t listen to much music in general. Maybe I should try to change that.”

“Oh trust me, I know about her obsession. She always liked our stories from tour whenever we came here and played at the venue she works at,” he agreed.

“She actually doesn’t work there anymore, she recently got a job offer as a counselor at a high school.” I wasn’t really sure if it was of any significance to him, but it was nice to talk to somebody without it being all about me.

“That’s awesome!”

I nodded and motioned back to the stairs, “well, I was actually going to change into something Mike didn’t decide to ruin, so…”

Right at that moment, the downstairs bathroom door opened and he was next in line. “It was nice meeting you, Naira.”

“You too.” I saluted and quickly rushed upstairs.

However, as soon as I was in the second-floor hallway, I saw Maya in the guestroom all the way at the end. She didn’t look like she was doing really well with the way she sat on the best, her shoulders resting on her knees. We briefly made eye contact, and I knew I had to go and help her, or at least ask her if she was ok.

But first: “I really need to pee,” I told her so that she knew I wasn’t ignoring her, and quickly ran into Vic’s bedroom and right into his bathroom.

As soon as I was done, I went to the guest bedroom to join her, decided that I could change later. I made sure to close the door behind me so no stranger would just see us straight away. She gave me a watery smile as I sat down next to her.

“Why are you sitting here all by yourself?” I asked even though I knew the answer.

She shrugged and put her head on my shoulder, “I don’t know.”

“You know, you can talk to other people as well, you don’t have to hide here to avoid Mike. Like, I just met Kellin, he’d probably love to catch up with you. I’m not promoting you not talking to Mike anymore, but still.” I tried taking a different approach this time, a much more subtle one that wasn’t basically forcing her into doing something.

“Maybe…”

“You know, Mike decided it would be funny to hit me with a water balloon, so I threw a bucket of ice water at him.”

“Oh my god, no way,” she giggled, looking at me while trying to find out if I was being serious or not.

“Yeah, he’s completely soaking wet--”

The door opened and Mike stood there, his clothes still dripping with water, looking at us as if he had just walked in on his parents having sex. I decided this was the perfect opportunity to make them talk and stood up from the bed.

“Well, um, I’m going to go…” I whistled, pushing Mike into the room and closing the door before sneakily running away

Notes

Maya and Mike better fix this soon! I CAN'T WAIT ANYMORE!!!!!

Btw, if you want to see that amazing outfit Naira's wearing just check it out http://www.polyvore.com/meeting_party/set?id=214499132