https://youtu.be/OmFJiY9Hezs

Since this chapter is short I'm doing a double update :)

Oh P.S, the video? Don't mind me i was just playing around with a video editor doing some smut hah. I'll probably be showing you guys all of them eventually.

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"A party? Hah. No." Firms Dad.

"Oh come on," I press.

"Wren," he said, removing his glasses, "Parties plus people equal mess, and parties with rock stars equal grinding, touching, drinking, smoking, drugs and many even teen parties do that anyway, so no. And besides, you could only imagine a rockstar's party."

"He's just a musician, actually," i mumble. I feel like the world rockstar doesn't sit well in anyone's heads. "And it'll be fun. I promise to behave myself. I'll decline every offer of drinks, smoking, come on Dad, you know me."

"Look, it's not you I'm saying no to, it's them."

Dad's a pastor, Mom's a volunteer at the church. Dad normally finalises propositions if Mom agrees, but this time he's setting the bar on saying no to the party.

"Can't you come with me then?" I suggest, not really wanting him to, but perhaps figuring I could meet him halfway.

"Yeah sure, me at a rave, good luck."

"It's not a rave, Dad."

Mom walks through the door, carrying brown paper bags of groceries.

"I'll help," I said, placing some bags on the counter, beginning to put the stuff away.

"That's nice of you, Wren," Mom says in disbelief of my actions.

"What? I like helping."

"I smell a rat."

"No rat, just," I pick up an orange and whiff it, "citrusy." I smile.

Mom eyes me for a second and says, "Alright what do you want?"

"What makes you wonder that?"

"You're usually upstairs studying, what's the deal here?"

I bite my lip. "Look, you know Michael? Well, one of his other band mates kind of invited me to a party."

"I don't know how I feel about a grown man inviting my teenage daughter to a rave, Wren."

"Ugh it's not a rave! It's just a small thingy he's throwing."

"Don't raise your voice," Mom said. "Darling when I say no, just understand that it's for your own safety."

"I'm with your mother wholeheartedly," Dad chimed.

"Anthony's willing to meet you guys," I proposed.

"Oh how lovely, a guy who raps about making women's private parts schism wants to have tea with us," Mom said sarcastically, "not gonna happen hon."

I ignore the part about rapping about women's anatomies, and said, "Fine, just forget it. You never let me have any fun anyway."

Sometimes I wonder why I bother trying to get through to them, and how they're not tired of my persistence yet.