I'm Not Famous!

Pompel

"We're here. Do have fun, Sir," William comments. I get up and open the door, thankful that I put on my heels in the car.

Jake gets up out the car behind me, "I'll text you when we're ready, Cool?"

"Yes sir,"

Jake wraps an arm around my waist, "Welp! Let's go be snobby rich people," He laughs.

I'm not sure about this. Jake's dad is here, and he's beyond serious. I'm not sure if I'll fit in or if I know how to act snobby or if I even look-

"Hey! Don't be nervous. I gotchu," He smiles at me, tightening his grip around my waist.

I nod, take a deep breath, and we walk in. Jake's grip on me is steel, and it's oddly comforting. I feel as if he's protecting me from some stupid dragon or something.

It's not that crowded in the shiny building and waxed floors, but crowded enough to feel...populated. Everybody's talking to someone, and Jake leads us to the champagne glasses. Someone was playing soft music that came from somewhere, I'm not sure where.

He hands me one, taking one for himself.
"Thanks," I mumble, taking a sip. Jake nods and smiles, taking a sip of his as someone tall approaches him.

"Son," The man starts. I recognize him as Jake's dad. Jake's dad has brown hair and Auburn eyes. So Jake resembles his mother more, with blonde hair and hazel eyes.

Jake sits his empty glass back on the table, "Bossdad dude,"

"Really? You're still calling me Bossdad?"

"Of course." Jake smiles.

"And you've brought?" He asks, motioning to me.
Jake suddenly lightly pushes me in front of him, presenting me like I'm a prize. His hands on my waist,

"Poppy!"

"...That's Poppy?" His dad asks, almost amazed.

I sit my glass next to Jake's and stick my hand out to his dad, "I'm Pompel, Sir!" I smile.

"Pompel? Really? You've gotten awfully tall.."

I was about to mention my heels until Jake smiles and slides me back to his side, "He drinks milk. So dad, When is your speech?"

I tune out the rest of the conversation, Paying my attention to the snobby looking girls who gave me glances.

I'm tempted to stick my tongue out at them and flip them off- It's not my fault I'm prettier than them. I'm like, ten times prettier than them. They all look like Barbie dolls.

Suddenly, Jake grabs my hand and placed his other at my waist, spinning me around to face him, "What have you been thinking about, hm?"
He starts to waltz, and I'm so happy I learned how to dance.

"Barbie dolls," I explain vaguely. Jake nods as I place my other hand on his shoulder.

"I don't think I told you yet, but you look Amazing,"

"I'm taking that as an insult," I joke, causing Jake to laugh and break his Business mode. He lays his head on my shoulder, trying to dim his laughter.
"Okay okay, dude, shut up," I snicker, patting Jake's back. He takes a deep breath and straightens back up.

"You're so stupid," He smirks at me, And I whip my hair playfully,

"I know, I'm so cool,"

Jake lightly spins, causing my dress to do a twirl. He seems to recognize the old classical song that played as he leans down to my ear,
"Put your head on my shoulder~"
I can hear his smirk as he sways, "Hold me in your arms, Ba~By~" His voice drops as he sings baby.