Katelyn's point of view

"Come on, we're going out to eat for dinner, like I said she would." Michael said as he tapped on the doorfame. "Get dressed real quick. My mum wants to leave in like thirty minutes.

"Got it." I said and he nodded. He closed the door and then I opened my suitcase. I pulled out a red dress and a black cropped leather jacket.

I stripped down and threw the outfit on before slipping on the same heels I had on yesterday when we came here. I looked in the mirror and then brushed my hair out quickly, leaving it down.

I began on my make-up, starting with eyeliner and ending with some red lipstick. It wasn't heavy, just enough so his mum wouldn't bitch at me.

'Oh, you're eyeliner isn't winged enough!'

'Oh, you're eyelashes aren't thick at all! What are you using?"

'Your lips look dry and chapped! What are you doing to them?'

'Oh, your blush isn't heavy enough, and I can totally see those acne scars and pimples.'

"Bitch." I muttered to myself as I rubbed my lips together. I grabbed my purse, despite not having much in there, and then walked out, my chin up and my back straight.

I learned from my two days here, if you don't have confidence in this house, they'll chew you up and spit you out.

"You look... decent. Thank god." His mum commented as she saw me. "Come on, we're leaving."

"Maybe you should wear a longer dress love." Michael said as he saw me. "I'm not very comfortable with you wearing dresses that stop right under your thighs anymore."

"She looks fine. We have no time to go change. Come on." Daryl said and I rolled my eyes as he followed his wife out the door.

"I'll be fine. I mean, I'll be sitting the whole time beside you so nothing is going to happen." I told him and he nodded. "Let's go before they get bitchy."

"Besides for the dress, you look wonderful. Much better than leggings and one of Luke's shirts." He said and I laughed as we walked out of the door, locking it behind us.

"I always look wonderful." I said and he laughed as we got into his car. "Separate cars?"

"If we need to make a quick getaway. My parents have no chill whatsoever and the smallest mistake will make them see red." He said and I nodded as I got into the passenger seat.

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"Reservation for Clifford." Daryl said and the hostess nodded before a man showed us to our table. I sat down beside Michael and his mum eyed me as I kept my posture straight.

"You look stuck up."

"Great, I'm trying to copy you. It's working." I said and Michael looked at me. Although I knew he was dying to laugh, he just nudged me and shook my head.

"You're under dressed Michael. What did we tell you about skinny jeans and those terrible shirts? We're at a fancy restaurant. You don't wear plaid shirts, leather jackets, and ripped jeans here." His father said and Michael shrugged.

"Oh well." He said as he adjusted his red flannel. "I have a reputation to keep up. I'm not going to be caught dead dressed like you."

"Why won't you wear a suit Michael? Who cares about a reputation? Like a normal kid? We're somewhere fancy, you wear slacks and a button up, not skinny jeans and a ripped flannel." His mum scolded.

"I think he looks fine." I butt in. "He looks like Michael and that's all that matters. I bet Luke would love it." I told him and he rolled his eyes.

"Luke loves me in anything." He said and I nodded as his parents grimaced slightly. They put their napkins on their laps and then a water came by.

"May I start you guys off with any drinks?" He asked and had his eyes dead set on Michael.

"I'll have some wine." Karen said and Daryl agreed. "These two probably want a soda or something. You know kids and their sugary drinks." She said and I cleared my throat.

"Actually, I want a glass water with a lemon wedge on the side." I said and smiled politely as the waiter write it down.

"I'll actually have the same. Thank you." Michael said and the man nodded. He handed us menus and then said he'll be back soon with our drinks.

"With your shape, I'd think you two would have sodas." Daryl said and I laughed. "You two aren't the smallest in the bunch."

"No, we aren't, but that doesn't matter because no one buys small things anymore." I said and smiled. "Maybe your wife, I think you'd need a small, extra small if they carry it."

Michael looked at me for a second and his eyes widened as his jaw dropped. "I don't understand." His dad claimed and I smiled innocently.

"You aren't the sharpest in the shed." I said and Michael nudged me. "Let's just say, I'm not talking about clothes when I say you need an extra small."

"Katelyn." Michael whisper hissed and I laughed. "That's not very appropriate." He told me quietly.

"Was it funny?" I asked and he nodded. "Then who cares?" I asked and he rolled his eyes.

"What did I say about mumbling son? No one likes mumbling. Speak up. You're at the table. None of that nonsense here." His mum said and I opened my menu.

"I think we need a kids menu Michael."

"Why would we need that?" He asked, clearly confused. "You're fourteen, you don't need a kids menu."

"I don't, but your mother does because she is being very childish." I said and she gasped and Michael's eyes widened.

"Apologize." She demanded me and I looked at her. "Michael, don't you have a muzzle for that brat of yours?"

"I must have left it at home, damn." I said and pouted. "I also seem to have lost the fucks that I used to give. You're insulting me but booboo, you're waiting your time. I'm fabulous and trying to bring me down won't happen."

"Why you-"

"Here are your drinks." The waiter said, handing Michael his drink first before handing us the others. "Have you decided on what you wanted for dinner yet? Or would you like some appetizers?"

"Yes, we would like the fried Kalamari and stuffed mushrooms." Daryl ordered and he wrote them down. "As for our main dishes, I would like the grilled salmon."

I waited for it to land on me and I did a once over on the menu to see if I liked anything on here. "Can I have the classic spaghetti but instead of meatballz, cut up sausage?"

"Of course. I'll be right back with your orders." He said anything we handed him our menus. He walked away and Michael's mum's scoffed.

"The sausages will go straight to your stomach. You want curves in the right places honey. You're flat." She told me.

"Just like your personality." I said as I picked up a bread roll from the basket in the middle of the table. "Want one?" I asked Michael and handed him mine.

I grabbed another and Michael began to eat his. "Appetizers are coming, why do you want to eat before it comes?"

"Because it's there and I can." Michael told his dad and his mum made a comment about my listick.

"Sorry to burst your bubble Karen, my lipstick isn't bought at a drugstore so it won't smudge so easily." I said and Michael nodded.

"That was expensive." Michael said. "Four tubes of it costed about a hundred dollars." Michael told them and Karen rolled her eyes.

"Not everyone has rich parents." Daryl told me and rolled his eyes. "No need to brag. Just because Michael buys you stuff doesn't mean you're rich."

"But, that's exactly what it means. Especially when his friends have just as much money." I said, repeating the words Michael once told me.

"It kind of does." Michael said and shrugged. "I put a lot of it away, but what I do spend is quite a lot. The band is doing amazing so I guess that means I get a lot of money."

"And yet we get five hundred."

"Sorry I spent my money on buying gifts, plane tickets over here, this dinner, bills, food, and other things needed to keep our house and life out of debt." Michael said and rolled his eyes. "Last year I have you both a thousand, five hundred each is still a lot."

"We raised you-"

"You left me in my room and yelled at me everytime I came out." Michael muttered. "The only time you remotely showed any type of affection towards me was Christmas, so can we just not argue? This season means a lot to me."

"Faggot." Daryl said and I rolled my eyes. "If you weren't gay and didn't want to do such an outrageous thing like drop out of school and start a band you weren't even positive on, maybe we would have been a little more considerate."

"This band is what's paying for your house and this band is what makes me happy. I love this now and I loved doing this then. I'm sorry I didn't want to work in an office and go to college and finish school because I was doing something that made me happy. As for my sexuality, I can't help it. If you want to be mad, be mad at yourself for having an abomination as a child." Michael said and then sat up.

"I need to use the restroom, excuse me." Michael said and then stood up. He left and I looked at them.

"Don't say a fucking word, you don't even have parents." Karen snapped at me and I chuckled.

"I do actually, it's Michael and Luke, two guys who seem to be in love." I said and shrugged as the waiter came back.

"Your appetizers." He said and set them down. I thanked him and he nodded before walking away.

I grabbed another roll of bread and then pulled it apart. I ate it slowly as they smashed on the appetizers.

Michael soon came back, looking more distraught and stressed than when he left. "Fucking horny employees." He grumbled lowly and I looked at him as he zipped his leather jacket up.

"Are you okay?"

"No." He answered bluntly. "I'll get over it though. It doesn't matter much." He said and then sighed. "Can this just be a nice dinner, please? No mo-"

"Unzip that jacket young man, you look like you're about to shoot up a school. Especially since you haven't shaved in awhile." His dad said and Michael's jaw clenched.

"Fine." He said and unzipped his jacket so quickly I thought the zipper broke. Michael forced a smile and I offered him half of my roll of bread. He took it and thanked me before munching on it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked him and he looked at me. "Like, when we get back to the house or in the car?"

"I don't want to throw all my personal problems on you. It's fine." He said and I nodded, not pushing the subject.

"You two look like you're dating-"

"We're not." I nearly snapped at them. "I'll have you both know that we're both in relationships with guys who are amazing." I said and Karen laughed.

"Who'd want to date you? You're so stuck up and so irritating. You're terrible." She said and I looked at Michael.

"This dinner is ruined anyways, go for it. Just don't make a huge scene."

"It's funny how you're wondering who'd date me when your own husband doesn't even have his wedding ring on." I said and Daryl quickly hid his hand. "He's ashamed to be wed to such a monster."

"Says the one who has too much eye shadow on-"

"It's called having good make-up honey, but you wouldn't know what because you buy yours at a local drug store." I said and smiled. "Stop being jealous that your son would rather buy me make-up than give you cash everytime you ask."

"Last I checked, you're broke."

"Last I checked, I spent a little over four hundred dollars buying my loved ones gifts." I said and checked my nails. "You can't even afford a dinner, aren't you paying Michael?"

"Yeah."

"Case closed." I said and fold my arms over my chest. "I can go all night booboo. Try me."

"Like a true whore, try me. Sorry, I'm not gay, that's wrong. It's a sin."

"You want to talk about being a whore?" I asked and rose my eyebrow. "I kissed one guy and here you are with a son. If kissing means I'm a whore, I want to know what fucking without a condom is." I said.

"We did use one, it broke dumbass." She said and Michael tensed a bit. "It was cheap anyways."

"Karen, shut up." Daryl said as he looked at Michael. "We didn't use one, remember? We were drunk-"

"You were drunk. I knew what was going on. The condom broke and I was pregnant before I could finish school." She said and shrugged.

Michael pulled his wallet out and tossed about one hundred dollars on the table. "We're leaving Katelyn."

"I'm down." I said and stood up. "Merry fucking Christmas, you just broke your son." I said and followed Michael out as he covered his face and grabbed my arm.

Cameras were flashing and people were yelling and it was chaotic. They shouted questions and ubsurd rumors at us and one nearly threw me on the floor.

I got in the car with Michael and he started it. "We're going to their house, grabbing our things, then going back to our house. Luke won't be there so no one will know."

"Do you want to talk-"

"No. Not right now." He said and turned the radio on as he backed out of the place.

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Question of the chapter:

- Who thinks Michael's parents were being assholes?

Author's answer:

- I do. I really do.

Reader's answer:

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