After one short week Mischa had found herself jumping into bed with New York. He had always been such a charmer. He always knew just what to say. Even as she lay in bed in the hotel room New York was staying at she felt dirty.
"What's wrong?" New York asked climbing out of bed.
"Nothing," Mischa said rolling away from him.
"Are you regretting what we just did?" he asked pulling on his clothes.
"I just think we jumped into it too quick," she explained getting out of bed.
"I think it proves that we still love each other," New York said handing Mischa her clothes.
Mischa didn't say anything as she got dressed. She just sat on the edge of the bed thinking about what he had said. She had never stopped loving him. She could never get serious with a guy after him because she still had feelings for him. She knew that New York didn't deserve her. He wasn't good enough for her. He didn't have any respect for her.
"I love you," he said sitting down next to her. "I want to be with you. I know I was a jerk to you in the past but I'm sorry. I've changed."
"What do you want me to do?" she asked looking at him.
"Come away with me," New York explained. "Join the band. I know the guys would love you. If things worked out between us I would want to marry me and have my baby. I want to be with you."
"What about my parents?" Mischa asked.
"Tell them you are going to school," he said. "By the time they figure out what is going on we'll be famous. They couldn't get mad at you then."
"Alright," she found herself saying. "I'll go with you but the first time you screw up I'm gone."
"I'm so happy," he said hugging her. "You have no idea how happy I am."
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A few days later Mischa stood outside of her home loading up her car. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Her parents believed she was off to college. New York was waiting for her in the next town over. They would meet up and they would go off together.
"Oh Mischa," her father said coming out of the house. "I can't believe this is happening. You grew up so fast."
"I know daddy," she said shoving the last bag in.
"Are you sure you don't want me or your mom to come with you?" Hannibal asked. "This is going to be the last time we will see you for a while."
"I think that will make it even harder on mom," Mischa said. "She said 'goodbye' to me in the house and then ran off crying."
"I guess you're right," he said with a chuckle. "I am so proud of you. This year's classes are all paid for?"
"Yes daddy," she said. "I dropped the cash off yesterday."
"Good girl," Hannibal kissed her on the head. "I guess I better let you go."
As Mischa said her goodbyes and climbed in the car she felt so guilty. The large amount of money her father had given her was still in her purse. Her and the band would make good use of the money. After another few minutes of talking with her father she got into her car and drove off.
After New York and Mischa had met in the next town they had headed for the band's head courters in Stony Plain. It was a good drive from where she lived but she didn't care. She had always loved being in the car. The only thing that made her uneasy was New York. He was shifting around a lot in his seat.
"You sure your parents bought it?" he asked.
"Yep," she said. "My parents really believed I was going to college. I'm not sure I did the right thing."
"Don't think about it," New York said. "Just don't think about it. You parents won't be made when they see what a great singer you are. Just wait until they see you on the stage. I bet they'll be proud."
Mischa wanted to be happy and and agree with New York but she found it hard to do. Lying to her parents had never been easy.
"I guess you're right," she said forcing a smile. "I'm sure they won't be mad. I guess I have to pretend I'm at school for a little while. How hard can that be?"
"That is it," he said patting her knee. "It won't be hard at all. You've got the list of classes you were going to take and when they would have been. You just hard to pretend is all."
New York made it sound so easy but she knew it was going to be a lot harder than that.
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Half an hour later Mischa pulled into Stony Plain. After a little drive around town she pulled into a driveway. New York had explained to her that the guitarist Mad dog owned the house they all stayed at. The band was made of New York on the drugs, Mad dog on the guitar, and Ron on the keyboard. Mischa would be the singer.
Mischa and New York climbed out of the car and walked up to the front door. They didn't even get a chance to knock. The door flew up and a man stood there. He looked like a generic rocker. He had blue hair that was spiked and dog collar around his neck.
"Mad dog!" New York said hugging him. "It's been weeks."
The two of them hugged and then turned their attention to Mischa.
"That her?" Mad dog asked nodding to Mischa.
"This is a our singer," New York said. "Wait until you hear her voice. It is amazing."
"Come on you two," Mad dog said holding the door for them. "Ron is inside."
Mischa couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. She didn't like the idea of having to stay in a house with two guys she didn't even known but there was no turning back. If she went back to her parents right away she would have to admit she lied. She knew that would kill them. With a sigh she followed New York and Mad dog into the house.