How I Became the 4th Member of a (former) All-Boy Band

I Get Into a Fight With My Dad

hello my lovelies... lol sorry won't do that again. 

sorry for the long wait, but here it is! dance around your room, scream out the window, highfive the person next to you on the bus, give a donut to that guy in the corner. whatever. i know you've all been hanging on the edge of your seats and checking every free minute, so... (just joking, im not that bigheaded... o.O)

thanks for reading. now stop wasting your time. GO!

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Skye’s POV:

It’s Saturday afternoon, and I was in my room strumming my guitar again, trying to write another song. Later on, I was supposed to go with Sean to the bowling alley. We'd been dating for a week now, and it's been good. Great. I mean, the whole holding hands, getting a peck on the lips before class, cute little text messages, going out to places together… it all took a little getting used to. But it's nice to know there's someone there all the time, I guess, even if we didn’t hang out with each other's friends all that much. Not that I had many friends to begin with.

"Skye?"

My hands paused in the middle of a G minor chord. Was it my imagination, or did my dad just call?

Footsteps on the stairs. "Skye?" A knock on my door.

For a moment, I didn’t move. Holy shit, my dad actually came upstairs. He's actually knocking on my door! Someone alert the media!

I got up and opened the door. "Yeah, dad?"

He pushed his glasses up his nose, stalling for time. His flannel shirt was all wrinkled and his socks were mismatched. That's my dad for you, all oblivious and absentminded. "Uh, do you have a minute? I need to talk to you."

I raised my eyebrows. Really, he wanted to talk to me now? After all this time? I opened the door wider. “O-kay. What about?”

He went to sit on my bed. “Well, Skye…” He trailed off, noticing my guitar leaning against the wall. “Is that yours?” he asked, blinking at it.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Of course he didn’t notice I’d bought a guitar. “Yeah.”

“Oh.” He looked back at me, as if just noticing that I’d grown up. “It’s a nice guitar.” He cleared his throat. “So, how are you doing lately? How are school, and your friends?”

I stared at him. He’s looking at me earnestly, as if he actually cared. But I knew he didn’t really. Or else he would’ve asked his a long time ago. He wanted something and he thought pretending to make up for the last couple of years would make everything better. “What do you want?”

He frowned. “What are you talking about? I just wanted to know what’s going on with you lately, what’s been happening in your life. Is that so wrong?”

For you it was. But I didn’t say it out loud. Instead, I sighed and said, “Great, it’s perfect. Life’s never been better.” I stared at him with my arms crossed. Waiting.

He frowned some more, but moved on anyway, like I knew he would. “Well, Skye, there’s something I need to ask you. A favour.” I knew it. “Tomorrow night, I need to meet with one of my potential partners, for a dinner. It’s kind of an ice breaker, because he’s just come from Seattle. I’m hoping to work out a deal with him for a new project idea, so this dinner is kind of crucial… And, well…” He shifted on the bed, looking anywhere but at me.

“And what?” I prompted him flatly. I didn’t really want to know, but I didn’t think I had much of a choice.

“And I’d like you to come with me to the dinner,” he said in one breath.