Saving Rose

Meeting His Parents

Well, first day of high school was today. It was kind of fun. And not too hard yet... *crosses fingers*

Hehe. I'm taking Spanish. Hehe. I'll be able to secretly communicate with Pierce The Veil. That makes me happy... Mwahahahaha....... Awkward.........

Thanks to all my readers! You guys are awesome!

As I slip into my cute navy blue dress with little anchors on it, that falls just above my knees, and then put on my white flats, I think of Jaime's parents. I know what they look like; I've come across family pictures in the past when I was a major Pierce The Veil fangirl. Yeah, stalkerish, I know. But, honestly, I'm sure everyone gets a little bit obsessed over things sometimes. At least I don't know the name of every basketball player ever to make a basket or something crazy like that. I'm wasn't that bad. Although I still am glad I calmed down eventually.

All I can think about is how things will go. I play out events in my mind, over and over again. So many things could happen. I know I'm overreacting, but I can't stop myself. I have anxiety; I've always gotten extremely nervous about things. One of the things I hate about myself.

Finally, I step out of the small, cramped bathroom. Jaime, who was waiting for me the whole time, stares, his eyes widening. A smile creeps on his face, making me smile a bit reflexively. His smile is contagious.

"You look amazing, babe," he whispers, his cheeks slightly pink. I'm sure I'm equally embarrassed when he says that, because I feel my face heating up.

"Same goes to you," I wink, realizing how great he looks when he dresses semi- nice. Like, no t-shirts or tank tops.

He's wearing a button-up plaid maroon shirt, which is definitely HIS color, black jeans, and black shoes. He probably looks better than I do.

"So, you ready?" He asks, and I nod, an eager smile on my face.

"Are the guys ready?"

He doesn't say anything, just leads me to the living room. Everyone is sitting there, looking bored and restless, and watching some t.v. show. Matt is in his bunk, though, since he's not feeling well. I just think he worked too hard today. He was running around a lot.

"Oh, come on, I didn't take that long," I whine, but I'm not sure if I even believe myself. But I had to do more, so it's not fair.

"Eh, let's just go," Vic grumbles, and I laugh at his childish attitude. He stands up and walks to the door, holding it open for us. That's the thing with Vic; even when he's upset or mad at you, he's still a complete gentleman. He's definitely one of the nicest guys I know.

We all walk out, Jaime and I leaving last, and pile into the car the guys pay to be driven to each venue. It's pretty much for whenever they want to go somewhere and don't want to take the bulky RV. All it is is a plain black car, though, nothing special.

Tony volunteers to drive, since Matt, the usual driver, isn't going. Mike sits in the front passenger seat, and since I'm the smallest, I sit in the back middle seat, in between Vic and Jaime.

"How far is it?" I ask out of curiosity, and Vic gives a little shrug. Mike and Tony are having a conversation up front and don't even hear us.

"I'd say 10 minutes in this traffic."

I nod. I can deal with that. I hate long car rides, though. Especially when I'm squeezed in between two adult men.

"So, do your parents always come to shows when you're playing nearby?"

Vic nods, smiling proudly. "Yeah, but they were busy getting ready yesterday. Mom was cleaning the house. She doesn't usually, but I think she wants to impress you," he laughs, and I crack a smile, too. His mom seems nice.