Doves in the Wind-Part I

Nothing But Lavishly

"So...what's been going on in your adorable little life lately?!" Plates clinked around us as hard rock played softly in the background. I wasn't even hungry since I ate that cardboard pizza at lunch, but she insisted of going to a café.

"It's been...crazy," I admitted. Though it was true, I had so many dates and deadlines clouding my brain...oh and there was Parker. I wasn't sure if I could tell her about him, although we typically tell each other everything. I knew she'd freak out, but she's no stranger to dating old men either...

"Explain! How's the group?" She said enthusiastically.

"We went to Miami a few days ago for a performance. We're also auditioning for a label. It's called Big Rock-" Her face lifted before I could even finish my sentence.

"Really?!" She shouted.

"Yeah," I replied, a lot softer than her.

"My dad is friends with the owner, Mr. Roshell. I can persuade him to sign you,"

"That's really not needed Chanel,"

"I insist!"

"Thanks for the offer, but I really would not want that," She pouted, but finally gave in.

"Okay, I'll keep my mouth shut," She proceeded to her chocolate covered sauce. I ate a cute croissant sandwich, that I gobbled up in seconds.

After that we drove to a random park that I did not ask to attend. "Why are we here?" I asked as she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened her door. Since it was still pretty early, there weren't a lot of kids, or people in general. Just pigeons fighting over the leftover trash on the ground.

"Donny!" She ran up to a boy that I remembered. He was the one that she was with the night that I went to the studio with, Jace's friend. He was tall with dark skinned and wore a skull cap over his dark brown hair. She tightly embraced him in a hug, and I finally left the car. I still had no clue as to why we were in a freaking park of all places, but I knew Chanel long enough to know if she wanted to kill me she would've done it already. "Dani! This is Don, Don this is Dani," He smiled at me and waved.

"Sup,"

"Hi," I said softly. He pointed his index finger at me.

"I remember you, Jace made me go to the studio with him because he wanted to go with you...at 3am,"

"She's in a group that's trying to get signed to your dad's label," My hands tensed, as I looked at her wide-eyed. I'm pretty sure I told her not to intervene did I not?!

"Oh really?" He tilted his head at her.

"Yeah, she can sing, she's really good. Sing something!" Both of their eyes were now on me, and I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. Chanel was smiling widely and Don was just...staring.

"Um..."

"Come on!" She urged. "Oh! Wait! She made that song with Jace, show him Dani. I never heard it yet," I still had the song in a file in my phone, but I hated the way my voice sounded on tape so I never even heard after Jace played it and loved it.

I looked down at my phone. "Chanel you really don't have to do this. I'm going to LA tomorrow to audition,"

"Tomorrow? Cool! You can fly with me," He insisted.

"Yay! We can all fly together!"

"I already have plane tickets, why would I switch them out?" He blinked.

"Switch what out?"

"The tickets," He stared at me cluelessly, and it almost made me annoyed. I knew I spoke very clearly.

"What tickets?" He asked, stupidly.

"What other tickets would you on a plane?" He turned to Chanel, then laughed loudly. It was more of annoyance that blew me over in my mind.

"Wowww! Your friend is something else, Chy," He continued to laugh, and I turned to Chanel who was trying not to laugh herself.

"Am I missing something?"

"Yes, you are. I've never had plane tickets before." I scrunched up my brows in confusion. "My dad owns like 3 planes, one that he gave to me for my birthday actually," I sighed, then rolled my eyes. How could I forget? I was dealing with a completely different tax bracket than I.

"...oh,"

"I'll call my pilot, you sell those tickets, and you and your group can fly with us tomorrow. How does that sound?" I lightened up a bit when I realized he wasn't a complete idiot after all, just someone who had too much money to spend.

"That's g-great,"

We walked around the park for a bit, and I began to grow on Don. He really broke every stereotype that I had about rich kids, stereotypes that Chanel weren't even close to breaking. He told me about the company and his dad, Mr. Roshel. Who built Bug Rock Records from the ground up in Queens, NY.

He was a baby when it all happened so he grew up living nothing but lavishly in Beverly Hills, going to the top schools in the nations as a kid and even is a sophomore at Yale, coincidentally. Chanel seemed to be all over him, but it was obvious why. He was funny, not an idiot, humble, and well...rich.

"How do you know Jace?" He asked me as we waited for Chanel to come back from the bathroom. I mostly focused on the water as the sky darkened up a bit. We'd been out here for so long.

"He produced a song for my group back in December. We didn't speak but we knew if each other's existence. He came to my hotel room in New York," He nodded, probably already knowing that he did that. "He asked me to do a song with him, and that was that," Ince again he nodded, looking back at the water.

"What did he ask in return?"

"Nothing," He laughed loudly, but now I was growing way to used to it by now.

"Bullshit," I grew offended. "That pervert never does anything for free even if it's not for money," I crossed my arms.

"He specifically said he didn't want my money, and we didn't do anything!"

"I still call bullshit until proven not to be bullshit. He's my best friend, if you guys did anything I don't really care,"

"We didn't do anything we just...talked and made music, and...other things, but nothing sexual. Why do you even ask? Doesn't he have a girlfriend?"

"Cause he told me about that night, and they weren't together then,"

"He did?"

"Yep, and by the way he was talking about it I assumed something happened, I'm nosey don't mind me," He grinned.

I blinked, before looking back at him. "If you already knew how we knew each other that why did you ask?" He grinned.

"I said I was nosey,"

"What did he say...about that night?" His grin grew bigger, before he walked away. Literally, just walked away. I stood there in confusion as I saw him walk away just as Chanel came back out of the bathroom, drying her hands on her pants, and greeting him with a kiss.