She's With The Band

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The never-ending story continues... :)

Crazy to think I'm in my third year of writing this... but- we only have a few chapters left!!

I hope you like this chapter guys, sorry for the later update, I've been readjusting to school again.

Enjoyyyyyyyyyy :)

Nate's Point of View:

"So, did you sleep well last night?" Meme asked, peering at all of us through her warm brown eyes that brought me nothing but comfort. "All of you," She clarified as I smiled softly before taking a bite out of the croissant I'd been eating.

It's so delicious.

"Personally," Papa began jokingly as Aubrey smiled softly and my Meme rolled her eyes, gently whacking him in the arm.

"I slept great, thank you so much for having me." Aubrey nodded, thanking them for what felt like the millionth time as Meme smiled brightly at Aubrey.

I know when my grandparents like someone, and when they don't like someone. And I knew from the moment they met her at my father's party all those months that they liked her. She just has this warm aura about her that attracts you to her. She shows unconditional kindness and love towards everyone, even those she doesn't know.

It's hard not to like her, and I had to pretend for all those months that I didn't.

"Of course my dear, you're welcome anytime." Meme began before giving me an interesting glance and turning back to Aubrey. Aubrey smiled again and looked down while she began buttering some of her toast.

I took a sip of orange juice, loving that there were no pulp flakes.

"I have to say, you're much more sophisticated and kindhearted than that other singer Nate would hang around with."

My eyes bulged out of my head as I choked on my orange juice, surprised that my grandmother would say something like that to Aubrey in front of everyone else at the dining room table. Christ, I haven't even thought of Valentine in ages, just hearing her name brings on a painful throbbing sensation to my brain.

As I had said, it's easy to tell how my grandparents can feel about certain people.

It was no surprise to me that when my family found out I was associated with Valentine they wouldn't like her. I don't know why I stuck obsessing over her for so long. Maybe it was the best distraction for me in the end, and I just kept going back knowing she'd be there, wanting me. Toxic relationships/situationships can change a person, incredibly.

Unfortunately, I've been in more than I'd like to remember.

Dean smacked my back and then rubbed up and down as I swallowed my orange juice.

I blinked a few times with an open mouth and looked at Meme who was looking at Aubrey with a smile, all so innocently.

"Oh," Aubrey began awkwardly, turning to look at me with a small smile. "Thank you." She continued while adding more butter to her other piece of toast, now keeping her eyes down.

Dean nodded his head at Meme, his hand still resting on my upper back. "Good job Meme, going for Valentine's neck like that," Dean began, raising his brows excessively as my jaw fell lightly, confused as to where he was going with this. "Valentine's a bitch."

I dropped my head in my hands and shook my head, in disbelief that Dean cursed in front of my grandparents like that. Even though we all probably have before, him calling her a bitch in front of my grandparents who already don't like her is cause for opening a huge can of worms I'm really not quite in the mood to deal with right now.