"So 7:00 at Ruth's Chris Steak House?" my mother said sweetly. "I think it's on...Summer Street, right?" "School Street," I corrected, rubbing my head. "Well we'll see you at 7:00." "Yeah. I love you," I sighed. "I love you too. This is so exciting!" "Yeah. Bye mom." She hung up, and I looked at Milan. "What the fuck did I just get us into?" I practically cried. "A dinner with your family. I don't understand why it's so bad," he shrugged. "They're my family, that's why! Oh...no. This isn't gonna go well," I sighed. "I just know it! I know it." "Calm down, Dax," he rolled his eyes. "Calm down...obviously you've never met my family," I muttered. "No. That's why we're doing this dinner. It'll be fine...I hope. Any tips?" "Yeah. Don't cuss, be polite, and um...my brother's a Montreal fan," I blurted. His eyes widened. "Oh shit."

I kissed his cheek softly and grabbed his hand, but didn't say a word. If he wanted to talk, I'd be here for him. He knew that. We tried to dodge the reporters as tears streamed down his face. No comment. No comment. No comment. No comment. As we got in the car I looked at Julian softly. We started to drive. "I love you Julian," I said, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "I love you too," he said with a small smile. "LOOK OUT JULIAN!" I screamed. But it was too late. And just like that, everything was black.