It Can Only Get Better From Here

Chapter Eighteen

A/N: So, it's been like a month and a half... two months... since I last updated, and not many people are reading anyway. But, I'm going to keep writing anyway since I am having a lot of fun and this is great experience, to see how hard it is to write a story. I hope everyone who is reading is enjoying it. All of you keeping rocking AND rolling.

I love you guys.

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Katiana's POV

As the months went on, Mikayla and I grew more at ease with the boys. My feelings for Xaivier grew stronger as well as our friendship.

All of us, including Yolanda, who was now Heith's girlfriend, formed a strong bond that left us inseparable.

Much to our delight, the band grew more and more popular. Tour dates were already set up for the next year, as well as a few shows around Ontario.

Anderson had started acting very, very strange. Instead of girl watching with the dudes, he would excuse himself to hang out with us girls. But I didn't care, he was great company.

I was happy and I felt more at ease, but there was a persistent nagging in the back of my mind, reminding me that my step father was still out there. I still lay awake at night worrying about my new friends and the danger they were in since they meant something to me.

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 "Tell me again why I wanted to come with you." I muttered, shooting Xaivier an annoyed glance as we packed.

"Uh, obviously because you love me so much." He smirked, making me a little less annoyed.

I rolled my eyes and sighed dramatically. He had managed to sway me to go with him to meet his sister and her kids, like he does every August, a week before they go back to school.

"I've travelled more in one year than I have in my entire lifetime," I threw another shirt in the suitcase, not even bothering to fold it.  I glanced around the living room, searching for the rest of my stuff.

The layout of the house always confused me. Once a person came in through the front door, they were in a small room. There were three hallways that broke off from there, one going to the kitchen, one going to the living room, and one going upstairs. Two rooms were connected to the kitchen and living room. The upstairs was the worst. It seemed to be like a maze. I had lost count of how many times I had gotten lost there.

I jumped out of my thoughts at the sound of voices. Mikayla and Raphael were talking in the kitchen, their voices wafting through the house. They made their way closer to the front door.

Xaivier and I snuck to the hall way in front of the door to eavesdrop.

"I'll be back later, Mickey." Raph said, his voice soft. I raised an eyebrow at Xaivier. Mikayla made it clear that she didn't want anyone using that nickname.

"I don't want you to leave, though. Heith keeps making fun of me, and he keeps asking me if we are dating." Mikayla muttered.

"Well, we might as well tell everyone that we are," Raph sighed.

I made an audible gasping noise and Xaivier put his hand over my mouth, but it was too late. Mikayla stormed around the corner and stood, her legs apart and arms crossed. "What the hell, you two?!"

I hung my head in shame and elbowed Xaivier to do the same. "We're sorry." We chorused.

"Mickey, it's alright. We were going to tell them anyway." Raph put his arm around Mikayla and she put her head on his shoulder.