Erin From California

Meet me :

I'm Erin Johnson. Personally, I'm not rich,  but I do have a rich father. My Dad. Who loves me more than anything in this world. Since I came to my senses he made my every single wish come true. I haven't got a lot of friends but the few I got are not like my friends, they're my family. The family outside my home.
I'm not arrogant but one thing that i keep high, my attitude. And my ego too. That makes it two things actually. I have big dreams and I'm not stressed about them because for me its not a time to struggle, its a time to rule the fun, to enjoy.
I have an adventure dream. The dream I wish to live on my own.  I want to visit any country where tourists avoid spending time in. That's not my hobby actually, but I do want to make it one.

And last but not the least. I'm crazy for my love. The guy plays Dj in the club. "Michael". Oh God. I die for him. Actually, we die for each-other. He is the love of my life.

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The Inner View:

Today, the tensed and the most valued day of my life. I walk the flexible carpeted pavement of my shiny room with some intensity. Maybe I'm worried and not ready to accept that or just excited about the moment coming forth . I'm going to introduce Michael to my Dad. "Don't know what would Dad say?" I repeat asking the same question to myself. We created castles of love in our discussions, in our dreams. I'm not letting them fall. "Oh God! Please make my dad say yes". I pray for us and pick my polka dot covered phone from the sofa and try to call Michael and inquire about his arrival.

Suddenly I feel the vox of a car stopping by. Through my window I pry and see a tall   and numerously handsome stud standing downside, wearing all black tailored fit suit. Oh My God . . . He looks dapper in that. I leave my room and scroll myself downstairs and before I reach the hall he fills the place with his odoriferous smell leaving all the roses of my garden behind.
"Mike". I call his name and blush when I reach him.
"Hey beauty!!" He says Hi having a killing smile on his gorgeously curved face. Accessing his left arm around my neck he hugs me with a single arm and caging my waste with his right hand he kisses my lips. I entrap my right arm in his left and tell him to move along. "Come Michael !!. . .Dad's expecting you".

I walk him to the lounge and see my dad coming forth with a kind expression on face.

"Hey Dad! Meet Michael______Michael !! My Dad" I introduce Dad and Michael to each-other. Michael steps ahead to shake hand. "Hello Sir! . . . . . Nice meeting you "  My dad holds his hand and shake it like a young soldier. "Nice to meet you too". Leaving his hand my dad replies.

"Come Mike". Using my eyes I point a table full of different foods and meals in the dining hall I can see through the glass.

I hold my dad's arm in a buttering behaviour and move along them in a big dining hall. I drag the main side chair from the table for dad to be seated . Mike and me sit in front of each other as he's on the right and I on the left hand side of dad.

Dad unfolds the napkin and put it on his lap and so do we. "Michael don't be shy son, have something". Dad tries to comfort Michael and be informal. "You first sir". Michael answers. 
Grabbing forks and knives we start eating.

I'm nervous. Dad, Michael and I on same table. "Should I say something first? Should I start ?" These thoughts hit my mind and heart. But today, neither I nor Michael can speak. We have to wait for dad to start anything first. This is the first time I'm this scared. Maybe I don't want dad to reject Michael. I can't bear that. I can't mess this up, I should keep quite . Yes, I am not saying a word.