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Next Day

Mikayla's POV

"Wake up sleepy head" I hear Mitchie repeat as she jumps up and down on my bed. I feel the sheets below me and notice this isn't my usual treatment facility bed, no its my new house. It's Mitchie's house.

"Stop jumping." I ask her as I keep my eyes shut. I can sense there's a lot of light in this room and I just want to sleep.

"No, get up sleepy head we have things to do." She insists. She stops jumping and lays out on her back beside me, breathing heavily.

"I know we have things to do..." I say as I finally open my eyes and look at her. She's look as beautiful as ever right now. She has absolutely no make up on, her hair is tied back and she's wearing cute neon pink sweatpants. "Such as cuddling and sleeping."

"As good as that sounds, we have other things to do today so get up and meet me downstairs! I helped my mom make breakfast." She says with a grin.

"Should I be scared?" I ask jokingly as I sit up. I look around the room and admire it. This is my room now.

"Oh shut up and meet me downstairs." She says before disappearing out through the door, closing it behind her.

I throw myself back and look up at the ceiling. So much has happened to me in the last six months. I've gone from single to in a wonderful relationship. I kicked my drinking habit and can proudly say I'm four months sober. I never had a family but now I can say I do. Not only do I have my dad's family but last night I was welcomed into Mitchie's.

*Flashback*

"I'm nervous." I say as Dallas pulls up into the house driveway.

Mitchie turns around to look at me from the front seat, giving me her cute little smile. "What's there to be nervous about?" She asks.

"Well, I've never lived with anyone but my mom before." I admit. "And Margo."

"Well now you'll live with us." She says. "It will be just like living on the bus but better."

"Your family doesn't like me though." I say.

"That's not true." Dallas says before Mitchie can answer. "They actually really like you. My parents were proud of you for going to rehab and getting clean. They think you are a good girlfriend to Mitchie." She says looking at me through the front mirror.

"I just don't want them to hate me."

"They don't and will not hate you." Mitchie says. "I promise."

We exit the car and she intertwines our hands together. We follow behind Dallas as she opens the door. The instant I walk into the house, I am met by a huge sign that says 'Welcome Mikayla'. A large smile forms on my face and I can feel Mitchie staring at me.

"Hi Mikayla!" Mitchie's mom says as she hugs me. "How are you sweetie?"

"I'm good, thank you." I reply.

"Welcome home." She says to me.

"Thank you." I reply trying not to cry.

"Hi." Mitchie's dad says as he shakes my hand. "Good to have you back."

"Thank you." I reply.

"Mikayla!" Madison squeels as she begins to run down the stairs.

"Hey, Maddie!" I say as I hug her. I think she got taller.

"You have to see your room!" She says as she pulls my arm.

"Maddie!" Mitchie says as she looks at her little sister. "Not now."

"Oh, sorry." Maddie says before putting her hand on her mouth. There's clearly something going on that I'm not supposed to know about.

"Are you hungry sweetie? We made dinner for y'all." Her mom says as she begins to walk towards the kitchen.

"I am yes." I say with a chuckle.

We all follow behind her and sit down at the dinner table. I sit beside Mitchie and Dallas while her mom, dad and younger sister sit on the opposite side.

"So Mikayla, how did it go?" Mitchie's dad asks.

"It was good, sir." I say. I'm probably sweating bullets right now from all these nerves.

"Sir?" He asks with a chuckle. "That's a business term, call me Eddie." He says.

"Oh, my bad." I say. "It was good i'm glad that I'm better now and that I can spend time with Mitchie."

"That's good." He says as she takes a bite of his food. "Know that we are proud of you for doing this."

"That means a lot to me thank you." I say with a smile.

"So do you girls already have plans for tomorrow?" Her mom asks.

"Yeah, Mikayla's getting her tattoos and I think I might get a piercing." Mitchie says not bothering to look up at her mom.

"A piercing?" Her mom asks as she puts the fork down. "What kind?"

"Yeah, what kind?" I ask. I might have to be excused if she says a nose stud cause that's just fucking hot.

"A nose stud." She says. Holy shit, best girlfriend ever.

"Why the sudden idea?" Dallas asks.

"It would look good on you." I add.

"I want a change and I have always thought they were cute so why not get one." She says. "Mikayla is getting matching stay strong tattoos." She adds.

"That's a wonderful idea, Mikayla." Her dad says.

"Yes but instead of getting a small heart like Mitchie, I'm going to in the future add a line for every year of sobriety. My sponsor suggested it to me and I think it's a pretty good idea." I inform them.

"That does sound like a good idea, lovely!" Her mom says. I see where Mitchie gets her cuteness from.

We finish our dinner in conversation and before we can have dessert Mitchie pulls me aside. " I want to show you one more surprise." She says.

"You and your surprises." I say as I roll my eyes. She takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. We walk towards the guest room and she stops in front of it. She looks at me with desperate eyes and I can't help but lean in and kiss her. Our lips crash together and I wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her into me. I press my free hand against the door, holding us up.

"Gosh I missed you." She says as she pulls my bottom lip with her teeth.

"Is this my surprise?" I ask her. I'm loving it!

"Oh yeah." She says as she pulls back and straightens herself. She opens the room door and turns on the light.

"For me?" I ask.

"Your room, baby." She says.

The room has changed since the last time I was there as a guest. It's more decorated now and it has a desk for me and off to the side is my guitar. Many of the things from my hotel are in here now. It's my bedroom, mine!

"You are the best girlfriend anyone could ever ask for!" I say as I throw my arms around her neck. "Don't ever change!"

"My parents decorated it but it was my idea." She says.

"I love you and your family." I say.

"Our family, they are your family now too." She says as she taps the tip of my nose. Can you believe that? I can actually call someone family.

*End flashback*

"Good morning, babe." Mitchie says to me as I finally enter the dining room.

"Morning, beautiful." I say. She's already seated in a chair so I lean down and kiss her cheek.

"I saved you a seat." She says as she pats the seat next to her. "Next to me of course."

"I couldn't have it any other way." I say as I sit down. "Where is everyone?"

"My mom's serving the breakfast and my dad's at work. Maddie went to school and Dallas is still asleep."

"Mitch, be a dear please and wake up your sister." Her mom says as she appears with plates.

"No need mom, i'm already up." Dallas says as she appears out of nowhere.

"Good cause I wasn't going to go wake you up." Mitchie says.

"Bitch, I drove you to and from Mikayla's treatment center... you better take that back." She replies as she takes her seat. "Who made these pancakes?"

"I did!" Mitchie says.

"Hell yeah I love your pancakes!" Dallas says as she digs in.

"Thanks, I know they're good." Mitchie says confidently. I take a bite of them and instantly can agree with what she said.

"Are you ready to get your tattoo?" Dallas asks me.

"I don't know, I never got one before." I say.

"It's nothing too bad." She tells me and Mitchie nods in agreement.

"You have one?" I ask her.

"Two." She says. "I have 'Vous etes belle' on my right shoulder blade and a stupid one I got in high school."

"What's your stupid one of?" I ask.

"It's just stupid." She says. I decide not to press the subject anymore.

"It's a tramp stamp." Mitchie admits.

"Mitch!" Dallas exclaims. She rolls her eyes then looks at me. "I got it when I was drunk after prom, it's a marijuana leaf." She says with shame.

"Were you a stoner?" I asked.

"Ha, no!" She says. "I saw the drawing at the tattoo parlor an I guess drunk me thought it was a flower."

"That's kind of hilarious." I say.

"My mom doesn't know about it so try and keep that to yourself."

"I will, I promise." I say.

"So baby, I have a perfect day all planned out!" Mitchie says changing up the conversation.

"Will I get to know beforehand?" I ask batting my eyes.

"I'm taking you to get your tattoos and then we're going on a lunch date."

"Where?"

"You're going to laugh but I went on a run while you were out and I found this awesome hill that has such a beautiful view of the city. I was thinking we can grab lunch on the go and way it there. Wouldn't that be cute?" She says getting all excited.

"Sounds really romantic." I admit.

"Then afterwards I was thinking we could go catch a movie or something. Nothing too over the top." She says.

"I'l do whatever you want us to do." I say to her.

...

"That hurt like hell!" I say to Mitchie as we leave the tattoo parlor. As much as that pained me to do, I can't help but be happy at my new tattoos.

"Oh stop being a baby." She laughs. "They look good."

"Let me see yours." I say and she lifts up her hands. I put mine beside hers and we stare down at our matching tattoos. "I will always be able to stay strong now." I say.

"I'm so incredibly proud of you baby." She says as she lightly presses her hands on my stomach and leans in to kiss me.

"And I'm proud of you, babe." I say.

"Can we get subway?" She asks me.

"I haven't had that in so long!" I say as my eyes widen. "Let's do it!"

We get into her Mercedes-Benz e350 and she takes off to the nearest subway. I can't help but be cautious of paparazzi. I afraid that they will see us and start asking me questions. I really don't know what i'd even say.

Thankfully, when we get to subway there is no one there but a few customers so we don't have to worry about being spotted. We order our sandwiches and quickly return to the car. I'm quite interested in seeing this romantic spot that Mitchie found for us. I think this will be a cute date.

"And here it is." She says as we finally reach the top of the hill.

"I'm glad it isn't so hot out here or we would be burning." I say as I take a seat in the sand. I'm so glad she also brought a blanket for us to sit on too.

"Do you like the view?" She asks.

"It's beautiful." I say as I stare out into the city. I can make up many of the known buildings from here and I bet this looks beautiful at night.

"Maybe we can come back again at night, someday." She says.

"I was just about to suggest that!" I tell her.

We begin to eat our sandwiches in silence. I have my arm around her and she's leaned up against my chest. In the distance I see something that looks like a flash and after a few seconds it stops. Wonder what it was.

"So baby, tell me about rehab." Mitchie asks.

"It was probably the hardest thing I have ever done but having you as inspiration it got easier." I admit.

"Aw, Mik." She says. "What was the hardest part?"

"Besides having to be away from you?" I say. "Probably the part where I had to admit to myself that I have a problem. It was really eye opening the things they said. They would talk about things and I would relate to them so much and that's when I knew how much of an issue I had let it become."

"That was the hardest part for me too." She says. "When I was younger I used to think that cutting and purging were okay because I didn't know any better. No one ever told me that what I was doing was slowly killing me, I mean deep inside I knew but the more I did it the better I felt about myself. After my sister found me I kind started to realize that it wasn't just me that I was affecting. I was being selfish."

"They called me that in one my sessions," I say. "It was one of the first sessions and they said, 'you're just selfish' and I started bawling. I have never cried so much like I did the past four months."

"Rehab is just very eye opening." Mitchie says and I can't agree more. "I remember the day that it all finally sunk in. When I finally stopped resisting my treatment and I went in willing to get help. The moment the realization hit me I called my sister and I just cried for probably two hours with her, we didn't say a single word."

"Do you think people will look at us and say something?" I ask her. "You know since we both went to treatment."

"Probably, but what's it to them? We're healthier now and we have each other as support. I think having both overcome our issues makes us such a closer couple then any other."

"I couldn't agree more." I say as I kiss the top of her head. "I have a quick question." I say.

"Shoot." She replies.

"Would you be willing to go with me this next week to see my dad?" I ask. "Michael called a few times while I was in rehab and he told me how my dads been doing and it appears that everything is going well so I want to go see them."

"I'd love to go with you babe." Mitchie says. She finishes her food and puts her trash aside.

"Thank you." I say. "Plus they deserve to know everything about the last four months."

"I'm sure they already know... You were on the news a lot." She says.

"I know but that's nothing like me telling them myself." I say.

"You've changed so much in the past six months, you know that?" She says as she turns around to face me.

"I know." I say with a smile.

"You've become such a sweet, caring girl baby and I love you for that."

"Thanks to you, you know." I say as I lean in to kiss her. We sit there making out for about ten seconds until she pulls back.

"Let's get going." she says.

As we gather our trash I see the flash coming from far away again. "Babe, do you see that flash?" I ask.

"Damn it!" She says. "Here we go again."

"What?" I ask her.

"That's the paparazzi." She says as she rolls her eyes. Fuck, they found me. I can't wait to hear what the media will have to say...

Sorry if it's a little rushed, but here's the next chapter :) Review guys! :) Please and thank you.