I'm With The Band

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(Christian Rivers pictured above)

The car ride home was filled with blurred stop signs, street lights, and lane lines as the questions in my head formed a thick fog that took over my attention. I'm actually quite surprised that I wasn't pulled over because at one point I think I was doing fifty in a thirty five zone. If I would've got a ticket I would've had Giovanni pay it because it's his fault that he infiltrated my brain.

I pull into my driveway next to Mila's lime green Beetle. When did she get here? Walking up to the house I get hit by the smell of garlic and that could only mean one thing: my dad has made a fine Italian feast in honor of me. He only does this on Christmas or birthdays so he really must be proud of me.

"I'm home!" I walk inside and the scent is overwhelming. I follow my nose to the kitchen where my dad is buttering another batch of garlic bread while Mila stirs a pan of sauce. Jax is here too, surprisingly, since he's been working odd shifts lately, and is pouring a box of tortellini into the pot on the stove next to Mila.

"Hey there, rockstar," my dad greets me, setting down his butter brush to give me a hug. I smile wider than ever. What's better than having a fine Italian feast with all my favorite people? Literally nothing. Nothing's better.

"Hey guys," I turn to Mila and Jax, who has an unrecognizable look on his face. They give me hugs and continue on making dinner.

Once all the food was made and set on the table, I was hit with a cacophony of questions. I put my fork down, overwhelmed from all the sounds coming at me and screamed, causing the table to fall silent.

"One at a time, please! Alright, Mila. You go first."

"WHAT DID THEY LOOK LIKE? DID THEY SMELL GOOD? WHERE ARE YOU TRAVELLING TO? ARE THEY NICE? DID YOU GET TO TOUCH THEM? IS THEIR SKIN AS CLEAR AS IT IS ON TMZ-"

"MILA!" I laugh at her fangirling with food in her mouth, making her screaming barely understandable. She breathing in an audibly deep breath, probably because she screamed everything in one breath. "They're all very tall, I don't go around smelling people, we are going a bunch of different places, yes I got to hug them, and they are practically acne free. I hope that answers everything." I roll my eyes at my best friend who's jaw is practically laying on the floor. She might want to close her mouth before all the spaghetti that she shoved in before speaking falls out.

"Oh my gosh!" She finally squeals out, slamming her fork onto her plate which caused Jax to jump considering that he had seemed a little zoned out the whole time.

"Dad?"

"How was i the meeting? Were you nervous? Those boys nice to you?"

The thing about my dad is that he's always concerned. For my happiness, health, everything. He's no helicopter parent, which I'm glad about, but he shows that he cares. I think that's what makes us so close. He really is the best dad in the world.

"It was good," I start. "Everyone was really nice for the most part and really inviting. I was nervous coming in but then I met this guy Sebastian on the way in who is super funny and he helped calm me down. Funny enough, he ended up being the bassist in the band so it was really great to see a familiar face. The guys were absolute goobers and are like a family to each other. They made sure I felt included and we played twenty questions to get to know eachother better." I smile to myself, remember the events of today. It was a little hectic but overall super fun and I genuinely enjoyed hanging out with them. Minus Giovanni of course. I still don't know what that dude's problem is but for both of our sakes I'll keep our contact as minimal as I can.

As I'm about to take a bit of garlic bread, I hear Jax say something quietly. He's been quiet all evening and I have no clue why. He's usually quite a goofball, making everyone laugh.