Deception of the Mind

Look Me In The Eyes

I get out the car and walk into the Rorson's residence. I stop at the entrance. Everything is red and neatly put together. Guys in tuxes and girls in long flowy dresses. "It's so beautiful," I whisper to myself.

"Not as much as you are," a voice says in my ear. He wraps his arms around me and I smile. Turning around I see Nate, in his black and white suit, with a red tie. "Seems you already knew the color scheme." He looks at my red necklace, nails, and lipstick.

"Special abilities," I smirk and stare into his blue eyes. "I must say, you look rather handsome." I tighten his tie a little bit and hear a laugh from behind me.

"Never thought I'd see the day Breigh acts like a housewife." Tyler smirks and looks at us.

"You got Tyler to come?" Nate raises an eyebrow. "Maybe you do have special abilities."

"No, Dom and I agreed to come here and protect your girlfriend." Tyler nods to Dom. "There is no way I'd come here if it wasn't to protect Breigh." I blush and hit Tyler's shoulder.

"Oh stawp it!" I laugh. Their mom comes up to us and she looks at Tyler then me.

"Tyler," she hugs him tightly and he pats her back awkwardly. "Thank you for getting him to come here." She smiles at me and I nearly pass out.

"No problem Mrs. Rorson." I smile back.

"Please call me Carrie." She looks me up and down. "You clean up very well." After that she grabs Tyler's arm and drags him off. I look at Nate.

"I'm on first name bases with your mom! Your mom!" I laugh and tuck my hand in his arm. We walk around and mingle. Me getting lots of compliments on my dress and tattoos. A photographer stops us.

"Care to take a few pictures?" He looks at both of us. I shrug and look at Nate.

"Yeah." I answer and smile. Nate puts his arm around my waist.

"Smile," the photographer says cheekily. I look at Nate but he isn't smiling. I grab his cheeks and shake his head.

"Smile!" He looks at me lazily, rolling his head back. "Baby," I whine. He sighs and looks at me.

"Fine." We look back at the photographer.

"Try not to look so constipated, young man." The photographer says and I try to stifle my laughter but fail. I look at Nate and he's glaring at me.

"It's okay, your still handsome." I kiss his cheek and smear my lipstick off of it. "Now please smile. For me?" I pout and he kisses me. I look at the camera and smile and Nate actually smiles too. The photographer looks at the picture.

"They will be mailed to you," he walks away asking someone else for a picture.

"I bet it's adorable. So adorable that it deserves a spot on my wall. The one wall without posters everywhere." I pinch his cheek and he turns away.

"That makes me feel very special. I'll hang it above my tv. So that I can look at it every time I jerk off," he pinches my cheek. I glare at him and he laughs. "I'm just kidding. You fulfill all my needs." He walks me to the middle of the dance floor. "Now dance with me."

"No." I turn to walk away put he pulls me back to his chest.

"Come on. Just like in your bedroom." He places his hand on my back and the other on my hip. I wrap my hands around his neck and look at our feet. "Your fine," he lifts my chin up. We slowly dance around the room. He takes my arm and twirls me around, my dress spinning with me. He pulls me back to his chest and kisses me. I smile against his lips.