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Alan's POV-

I turned on Billie Jean by Michael Jackson and started dancing, "But the kid is not my son" i continued singing, Michael Jackson was my idol, when he died, my world crashed, i was 16, everything had changed then, the music was still inspiring but everything changed, Austin walked into the room, in his long black leather jacket and his jeans, i wondered where he was going

"Where you going daddy?" i asked pausing the song on Youtube and looked at him curiously, "they asked me to take you to the dress shop,unless you wanna wear a suit like i will" he said, i rubbed my chin, i would like to wear a dress, my hair was long anyways, so it would be fine, "I'll wear the dress" i said turning the music back on, he sat down on the bed and Hummed along too, i grabbed some clothes from my closet, "what do you think i should wear?" i asked to Austin who smiled at these posters and vinyls i had from a band called "Attack!,Attack!" i just rolled my eyes and chuckled, "I liked you since you were their vocalist,Austin Carlile" i said, taking out a Vans Tank and a black skinny jean, i took off my sleep shirt and slipped on the Tank, i grabbed the skinny jean, pulled down my shorts and slipped it on,zipped it up and buttoned it, i combed my hair and sprayed some sparkly lavender spray onto my wrists and dabbed them, Austin kissed my forehead

"Let's go little" he said, holding my hand and pulling me down softly from the bed, "Yay!" i yelled, racing him to the car, sadly it wasn't opened, i turned back to him and pouted my bottom lip out cutely, "Don't.." he said, with a broad smile over his lips, i kissed them and opened my door and sat down, i grabbed the seatbelt and buckled it up, he got in and looked over at me, "For the honeymoon, your mom brought you some cute ass Lingerie" he replied starting the car and putting it into reverse, he looked in the rear mirror to see if anyone was coming at the back

"Your just nasty" i replied, blushing deeply and looking into my phone, i looked back up at him and smiled

"I'm only nasty for you, my princess" he replied, getting on the main road and driving straight, and in one second he dodged 5 cars, my heart beating out of my chest

"What the fuckity fucking fuck!?" i yelled, not remembering i could get punished for that, he looked over at me, his eyes larger more than they were last night when i was dealing with him in the bed

"You just used a word, little boys aren't allowed to use" the "use" in his sentence trailing off at the end, "Punish me daddy" i said, he nodded, "Oh trust me, the honeymoon suite, has it all" he said, focusing back onto the road, and then giving me a toothy grin, i cuddled more into the side of the car, god damn it, i was finished now for real..

(*_*) My beauties (*_*)

i know it has been quite short of a chapter, i'm just not so inspired right now, i barely even have anytime for my damn self and things haven't been going quite right in my mind

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