Thirty-One

- So, Brooke's dating Jake now? – Matt asked, playing with the straw in his iced coffee after taking his last sip.

- They are not dating – I replied, wiping the crumbs of the blueberry muffin I was eating off my fingers – It's... It's not like that – I added with a sigh, turning to look out the window of the little bistro we were sitting at. Leaning back against his seat across from me, Matt stared a me, expecting me to elaborate – You should really ask her about this – I shot him a stern look, knowing my best friend wouldn't like me to spill her secrets, but because deep down, I really didn't know what was going on.

Reality was, things between Brooke and Jake had been rickety ever since the band had returned from tour. Nobody knew what had shifted between them, but things weren't the same anymore. According to Sam, Jake hadn't slept with anyone else, and he couldn't think of any other thing his brother could have done to wreck their relationship. And on Brooke's behalf, I couldn't come up with anything either. They had seemed so happy together the previous weeks, that we couldn't understand what had gone wrong.

- Alright, I won't pry further – Matt rolled his eyes – But the whole thing isn't weird with you and Sam, right? – he asked, taking the last bit of my muffin before I could even stop him – I mean, them seeing each other and everything.

- No – I chuckled, taking the last sip of my now cold tea – If they ever work out as a couple, it would be interesting, actually – I added, lowering my empty cup.

- And you'd both have to give me credit for your wonderful relationships – Matt teased back, finishing the last cheese scone that remained on his paper bag, and moving to stand up, as it was way past 5PM already and we both needed to leave – You wouldn't have met Sam if I hadn't given you his number last year, and Brooke wouldn't have met Jake if it hadn't been for you and Sam. So, you both owe me big time.

- Don't worry, Cupid, we will all name our first kid Matthew – I joked back, rolling my eyes as I stood up.

- I wasn't expecting any less – he smirked, both of us waving the guy behind the counter goodbye as we walked out of the little store – Have you really discussed kids? – he added curiously.

- With Sam? Yeah, kind of... - I trailed off as Matt lead me to his car parked across the street – We haven't talked about our kids, but I know he wants kids someday. Few, though, around one or two. And in a distant future, thank god.

- Yeah, too many Kiszka kids can be tricky, Karen used to go nuts – Matt chuckled, getting into the driver seat as I settled on the passenger's side – You are going back to your apartment, right?

- Yes, I need to get ready for tonight's party – I groaned as he started the car, already dreading the idea of said event.

It was indeed Saturday, and Sam and I were supposed to attend the Winters' annual dinner-party that night. After working all morning, and going out to grab a coffee with Matt to catch up, I would have liked to end the day comfy in my bed, with Chinese takeout, a good movie and my boyfriend cuddled up to my side.

But instead, I had to dress up and attend a snob party full of rich-people I didn't even know, having forced conversations with everyone and just waiting for the night to be over. Moreover, there was a high chance of bumping into my parents, which only worsened things. But I couldn't back out now, as we had promised Mrs. Winters we would be there. And because deep down, my curious self still wanted to catch a glimpse of my progenitors after not having seen them for almost a year.

It only took Matt minutes to drive us to my building, and after hugging him goodbye, I hurried up the stairs to the apartment. I could hear Sam's voice from the hall, making me wonder if he had Danny or Brooke over, but when I opened the door, I found him sprawled on the couch on his own, with just Lou keeping him company.

- Yeah, she's just arrived, actually – he said into the phone as he lazily smiled at me, sending a little wave my way as I closed the door and dropped my bag on the counter – Yes, mom, I'll tell her – he added with a groan, making me chuckle.

I walked over to the couch where he was laying and leaned down to quickly peck his lips, not wanting to disrupt his conversation with his mother. He smiled into the kiss, mumbling a small "hey" before he focused back on what Karen was telling him, and I walked into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water.

- Okay, hold on, let me ask her – he said after some seconds, lowering the phone from his ear and looking over at me – Babe, mom's wondering if we'd like to go over for lunch tomorrow.

- Sure – I smiled, taking my glass with me as I walked back into the living room and he told his mother we would be there the following day – Should we bring anything? – he shook his head no in response, patting on the spot to his side so that I joined him.

- I promise we won't be late, woman – Sam said to his mother, rolling his eyes as he played with Lou's ears and I took a seat next to him – Okay, okay, stop pestering me, I've actually got to go; we need to get ready for tonight – Sam sighed, running a hand down his face – Alright, I'll text you later. We love you too – he finished, ending the call right away and turning to look at me.

- Hey – I smiled, leaning in to kiss him again.

- Hey, gorgeous – he said before my lips crashed on his, kissing him briefly – How was your afternoon with Matt?

- Great, we went to the little bistro I told you about last week – I smiled, brushing some pieces of hair away from his face - Can I take the shower first now? I'll need to properly dry my hair afterwards and it will take time – I added, using my best puppy eyes to try to convince him.

- I've already showered; I knew you would want the bathroom to yourself later – he simply smiled back, pecking my pout one last time before he stood up.

- You do know I love you, right? – I asked as I stood up as well, following him down the hallway with Lou hot on my heels.

- Right back at you, baby – he chuckled before he entered his room, our dog trailing behind him.

I made my way to the bathroom, and in forty minutes, I had already showered and blow-dried my hair to perfection. I had set one of my old dresses aside to wear that night, one that I had kept from when I lived with my parents and had to attend events like this one. Brooke had made it for me while we were still in high school, and it was one of my favourite pieces of clothing she had ever made. The emerald, loose satin dress still fitted me perfectly, smoothly running down my long legs and complimenting my skin tone wonderfully. Adjusting the thin straps over my shoulders, I took one last look in the mirror before I put my heels on and walked to my vanity to apply some light make up, not wanting to overdo it. I added some delicate bracelets and searched for a purse that would match, spraying myself with my favourite perfume before heading to Sam's room. I leant against his doorframe, folding my arms across my chest as I checked him out.

- What a hottie – I mused, staring at him buttoning up his shirt with a smile.

He indeed looked hot, sporting his black loafers, black skinny pants and a black shirt, adding a jacket full of green and violets sequins to top it off. His long hair cascaded down his back beautifully, adding to the handsomeness of his whole look.

- We are kind of matching – he smiled, referring to the emerald of my dress and the green coloured beads that covered his jacket, adjusting said piece of clothing on his shoulders. I walked into his room and sat down on his bed next to Lou, leaning back on my arms as I stared at him – You look beautiful.

- Thank you – I smiled with a hint of a blush. He sprayed himself with his perfume and ran his hands down his front before he turned to look at me.

- Is this okay? – he asked, staring down at himself to assess his own outfit.

- Almost perfect, hold on – I said standing up, reaching for the collar of his shirt to straighten it. He attempted to take over my movements, but I shooshed him – Let me – I insisted, taking my time to fix the cloth so that it looked right.

His lips softly landed on mine as soon as I had finished, slowly moving and pouring love against my own. While his hands wandered to my waist, mine held onto his face, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as if it were our first kiss.

- Thank you – he mumbled against my mouth, letting his hands slide to my lower back, barely grazing my ass, as his lips lowered to mine again.

- Come on, we should go – I managed to say between kisses, effectively pulling away from him and taking his hand so that we could leave.

After dropping Lou with Brooke, because we were like fearful new parents when it came to leaving her alone for long periods of time, we drove in Sam's car to the Winters' house. We found it hard to park even some streets away from it, as all kinds of posh vehicles were packing the roads.

- How many people have they invited? – Sam chuckled, taking a turn on a street to our side and driving down a couple blocks before we found an empty spot to leave our car.

- They tend to go over the top with these parties – I informed him as I unfastened my seatbelt, reaching for my purse on the floor. Before I could even do it myself, he was opening the door for me, making me bite my lip with his gallantry – Who said chivalry is dead? – I teased, taking the hand he had extended my way to help me step out of the vehicle.

- Only for you – he winked, making sure he had locked the car before he rested his hand on my back and started leading us to the house – Do you think your parents will come? – he asked after some seconds of silence, having slowed down his pace so that it could match mine in my heels.

- Yeah, they've never missed any of these parties before – I sighed back, looking both ways before we crossed the street – I'm kind of nervous, actually – I confessed with an uneasy chuckle, looking down at my feet as we kept on walking.

- It will be alright – he smiled my way, sliding his hand up to my shoulders and squeezing me against his side. My arm immediately wrapped around his middle, and I let out a shaky breath as my body moulded into his – And if anything goes wrong, I'll be there. I got you, okay?

- Okay – I replied, finally looking up at him as we neared the house – Here goes nothing.

There were people dressed in fancy clothes lingering on the streets a few metres away from the Winters' place, and once we reached the entrance, a guard asked for our IDs before he let us in. The front garden was already packed with people, all of them doubling our age, chatting animatedly with each other with champagne flutes in their hands.

The inside wasn't very different, where groups of people were scattered all around the huge hall, waiters with trays full of delicious food and drinks walking between them. They were all dressed formally, and while most of the men were wearing suits, Sam's outfit didn't stand out too much, as some of the guests had chosen shiny and exotic patterns for their jackets too. The whole place was decorated beautifully, but a little over the top. Just like I had expected, they were showing off. I could spot a couple of familiar faces amongst the crowd, as some of my parents' business partners were there too, but I really didn't feel like saying hi to them unless they recognised me.

- Wine? – Sam asked when a waitress stopped beside us with a tray full of glasses of said drink. I nodded, and he passed me a glass but didn't grab one for himself, looking around the room with curious eyes – They won't have beer, won't they? – he asked lowly enough so that just I could hear, making me chuckle.

- No – I replied, smiling at his cuteness. As much as he loved wine, Sam got easily drunk on it, and I knew he wouldn't drink any if he would have to drive us back. Beer was a different story, however. He could drink several bottles and still be unaffected, making it his go-to drink whenever we went out – But you can sip some of my wine if you don't want a glass of your own – I offered, making him smile down at me.

- It's alright. Maybe later – he grinned, dropping a kiss to my forehead – Let's take a look around.

He took my glass so that I could wrap my hands around his arm, sliding one down his forearm to interlock our fingers as we dived into the crowd, making our way further into the house. I wondered if the kids were in their rooms upstairs, or if they were staying with some other relatives for the night with this whole fuss.

- Oh, you actually made it! – a knowing voice said from our side when we stepped into the dining room, making us both Sam and I stop dead in our tracks.

- Mrs. Winters – I smiled as she hurried to where we were standing and hugged us tightly, probably being a little tipsy already.

- You look so, so beautiful, Guinevere – she smiled, taking in my figure, and squeezed my arm gently before she turned to scan Sam's choice of clothing – And Samuel, you look dashing. So handsome! – Yes, she was definitely a little bit drunk – Darren, come over here! Guinevere and Samuel have arrived.

In less than ten seconds Mr. Winters had joined our group, shaking Sam's hand and kissing the top of mine.

- We are glad to have you both here – he smiled politely, placing a hand on his wife's waist but still making sure his perfect tailored suit didn't wrinkle too much – Feel free to eat and drink whatever you want, and if you need anything, just ask – he added, gesturing to the waiters that were standing all around the room.

- Thank you – Sam replied for us, actually taking a canapé from a waitress that walked by – Everything looks amazing.

- It does, doesn't it? – Mrs. Winters gushed, clearly happy with all the ostentatious decorations – But come on, there's some of my friends I want you to meet – she told us, grabbing both mine and Sam's hands and dragging us across the room.

An hour and a half later we were still being introduced to more of Mrs. Winters friends. We had lost her earlier in the night, but apparently, she had talked wonders about us with half the guests, because many people had come to greet us and ask about my exhibition at the gallery and Sam's tour. At the beginning it had all made me feel slightly awkward, but with Sam's outgoing personality charming the hell out of people, I had started to loosen up and feel more comfortable when strangers approached us.

We had come across some of my parents' friends I had spotted earlier. They had all enthusiastically greeted me, but there was still no sign of my father or mother. A part of me started to believe they wouldn't show up, not this year with their whole separation thing. But the other part of me, the part that had lived with them for eighteen years and knew them pretty well, was sure that no matter what, they would always try to keep their image. And in their world, not showing up to this event wouldn't look good.

- Do you want some?

- What? – Sam frowned absentmindedly, his eyes meeting mine. We were standing close to one of the windows, having a moment on our own for the first time that evening after Mrs. Winters friends had insisted he played some songs on the piano in the room next door. He hadn't been able to refuse, as they gave him little to no escape, but deep down, I knew he had enjoyed playing for such a posh crowd.

- Do you want some wine? You haven't tried it yet, and it's delicious – I said, lifting my glass to his nose so that he could catch a whiff of it.

- Mhm, not too sweet, right? -he asked, grabbing the glass by its neck and taking it to his lips.

- Just the perfect bitterness – I smiled back, knowing he would like it. He took a couple of sips, clearly enjoying the flavour before he handed it back to me – We can take an Uber back home, you know, so I won't mind if you want to have some more wine or whichever other drink they are serving. We can come back for the car tomorrow.

- But chivalry isn't dead, so I'm driving you back home like the gentleman I am – he teased back, placing his hands on my waist as he pulled me closer.

- You, a gentleman? – I snorted, making him roll his eyes – C'mon, I'm not saying you should get drunk, but that if you want to drink some more and feel like it's not safe for you to drive us, we could get an Uber; it'd be no problem.

- Huh? – he asked, as his eyes had drifted to the back of the room, and I had clearly lost his attention. I was about to repeat myself when I noticed the intensity of his stare and the frown that was starting to slowly form between his brows, with a spike of curiosity shining on his eyes as he focused on something behind me.

- Sam, what's wrong? – I asked, and I was about to turn around and see what had piqued his interest, but he spoke before I could even move.

- Promise me you won't freak out – he slowly said in a collected voice, finally looking down at me. My frown deepened, and a slight shiver I knew so well ran down my spine.

- Baby, you are scaring me – I replied, squeezing his bicep with my free hand – I promise I won't react but please, tell me what's wrong.

- Alright – he sighed, lifting his eyes from mine and looking away - There's a blonde, older version of you staring right at us from across the room – he slowly began, as if he were calculating each of his words.

My blood immediately froze, knowing what that sentence meant. I took a deep breath, feeling Sam's hands tightening their grip around me, and placed my now empty glass on a nearby table with a shaky hand. He pulled me closer, still not moving his gaze, but not letting me turn around either, which I actually appreciated. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts before finally facing the moment I had recreated in my head a thousand times. But this time, contrary to the all the scenarios I had come up with in the past years, I didn't know what to do.

- Is she alone? – I managed to ask in a low voice after some seconds, busying my fingers with the sequins of his jacket to stop them from shaking.

- No – he replied calmly, knowing that I needed him grounded to steady myself – There's a man with her. He is staring at us too. You never told me your dad's eyes were blue.

I shut my eyes forcefully, feeling my heartbeat increasing with each second, knowing my parents were in the same room as me, and actually aware of my presence. I let my forehead fall on Sam's chest, and he made sure to hug me tighter as I tried to recompose my breathing. His fingers danced on my bare back in a soothing way while I tried to even my breathing, the scent of him already making wonders to calm myself down.

- Do you think they know it's me? – I stupidly asked, lifting my head from his chest. I slowly running my hands up and down it as if we were a normal mature couple having a normal conversation, and not a twenty-two-year-old girl having and emotional breakdown because of seeing her parents, and her twenty-one-year-old boyfriend doing what he could to contain her.

- Well, I doubt they could recognise me from elsewhere. They really don't look like Greta Van Fleet would be their thing, so I'm pretty sure they are staring because of you – he mused, finally looking back down at me – You and Carter look just like your mom. Same eyes, same face, but the brunette version of her – he smiled tenderly, in an attempt to lead the conversation to lighter topics – I guess your father had brown hair before it went grey, right?

- He did – I half smiled, fighting the urge to turn around and take a peek at them, as I knew they were looking our way. After Sam had pointed it out, I could feel their stares scorching my back, analysing each of my movements. Assessing me.

- Hey, we can go somewhere else if you want to, or we can even leave if you feel uncomfortable – he offered, squeezing my waist gently.

- It's alright – I replied, forcing myself to smile – Are they still staring?

- They are actually heading over here – Sam simply replied, letting go of my waist but sliding one of his hands to the small of my back to hold me against his side – You can do this – he whispered against my ear, but his words felt distant as my eyes trained on the two people walking towards us.

My mom looked just like I remembered her, her short blond hair caressing her shoulders and her slim figure wrapped in a dark blue gown. Wrinkles barely covered her face, which looked almost the same as mine in spite of the obvious age difference. She was smiling, but I knew her enough to tell it was rather forced, with my father walking stiffly on her side with a hand on her waist.

His blue eyes were still the coldest I had ever seen, and his hair looked greyer than the last time I had seen him. His face was definitely more wrinkled, but he was still a handsome man, his presence always strong wherever he went to. If my mother was finding it hard to smile, my father didn't even bother with it, his lips forming a grim line on his face as he stared straight at me.

- Guinevere – my mom said once they had stopped in front of us, looking at me somewhat expectantly but not moving an inch to hug me or even shake my hand.

- Mother – I managed to say after some seconds, feeling Sam's fingers pressing onto the skin of my lower back reassuringly. The tension hovering over our group was almost palpable, and I could swear the rest of the party had stopped, freezing on this moment.

- I didn't know you would be here, were you invited? – she asked in a rather standoffish tone, as if she couldn't come to terms with the idea of me being actually invited to such an event. My father was still staring at me with harsh eyes, not even blinking as he judged my stance.

- Of course we invited them, how could we not? – Mrs. Winters, my saviour, joined our group with what looked like her sixth champagne flute in one hand, holding onto Sam's shoulder for support – Your daughter is brilliant, Lillian, she's like a diamond in the rough. I can't even imagine all the opportunities she'll get after next week's exhibition, she's so talented. And Samuel here is just as good as her; god, have you heard him playing earlier? – she gushed, making Sam awkwardly smile as she clung onto him.

- I'm afraid we missed it – my mother replied with a tight-lipped smile, my father still silent.

- Oh, well, I'll leave you to catch up with the lovely couple. It was nice seeing you, Lilly, and you too, Harvey – Mrs. Winters smiled, shooting a wink in Sam and I's way before she turned around and walked away, almost bumping into a waiter.

- Couple? – my mother asked as soon as her friend was out of sight, looking at me sceptically – You never told us you were dating someone.

- You never told me you were splitting up – I fired back before I could even think about it, the words slipping out of my mouth almost involuntarily.

- Guinevere – my father spoke for the first time in the night, making my blood freeze. His warning tone was enough to let me know this was no place to bring up that issue, and deep down, I knew he was right. Not because I wanted to keep the "perfect family" image they were trying so hard to portray, as I couldn't care less, but because some things needed to be discussed in private.

- I think we missed the introductions, I'm Sam, Samuel Kiszka – my boyfriend said before things could get more intense, trying to ease the conversation as he extended his free hand to greet them.

For the first time since they had walked over to us, my parents turned to look at him, taking in his presence. They not so smoothly scanned his figure, and I swore I saw them both flinch when their eyes landed on his sparkling jacket and long hair. Their stern faces had a tint of disapproval plastered on them, and they weren't bothering to hide it. Sam didn't seem to care about it, nor the fact that it actually took them some seconds to reluctantly accept his greeting, hesitantly shaking his hand. And if he cared, he wasn't showing it, as he kept his signature smile plastered on his face, acting politely in spite of my parents' rudeness.

I couldn't love him more.

- Mom, dad, this is Sam, my boyfriend – I said as my father let go of his hand, trying to tame the anger that was slowly bubbling inside of me with their disrespectfulness – Sammy, these are Lillian and Harvey, my parents.

- It's nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Jones – he smiled, letting his hand run up and down my bare back slowly, trying to relax my tensed-up body and let me know he was fine.

- You could have got a new dress for this – my mother told me, completely ignoring Sam as her eyes fixed on my outfit again with disgust.

I already felt like exploding, and my dad hadn't even opened his mouth yet. Not only were they trying to make us feel like less, criticising my clothes and showing aversion towards Sam's appearance as soon as they had looked at him, but they weren't even being polite. I didn't care if they weren't kind to me, but the fact that they weren't even trying with him, and that they were ignoring his attempts of being nice was starting to frustrate me. No matter the bad blood between us, they didn't have to make Sam feel uncomfortable.

But again, as much as I wanted to scream at them and let them know every single thought that was running through my head, I knew it wasn't the time nor place. So I swallowed my rage down, allowing my hand to rest on Sam's back, and not letting my face fall.

- Well, I like it – I replied, because I truly loved the dress's colour and how it fitted me – Actually, Brooke made it.

- Why am I not surprised... - my mother sighed as she stared up and down me again, disliking anything that wasn't high-end. My father was still staring at me coldly, his empty eyes being a bigger statement than any emotion filled gaze.

- She looks great – Sam simply said, squeezing my side gently as he smiled down at me. I returned his smile gratefully, deciding I wouldn't let my parents' sourness ruin my night when I could spend it with someone who actually enjoyed my presence. We wouldn't talk about the important issues now, anyways, so there was no use in still forcing this conversation.

- You both look great, too, and I would love to keep on talking, but I'm afraid Sam and I have to go – I announced, turning to face my parents. I still kept the smile on my lips and acted unbothered – It was... good to see you again – I finished, sending one last polite smile their way before taking Sam's arm and dragging him away.

I heard him saying it had been nice to meet them as I pulled him out of the room, and I didn't stop walking even when we were out of the house and in the streets. It had started to rain lightly, but I didn't even care, only stopping when we had reached a sheltered spot under a tree near our car.

- I'm sorry I dragged you like that, I just needed to leave – I sighed once I had stop walking, forcing him to stop as well and staring up at him. Our hair was barely damp, a few wet spots tainting our clothes, but nothing too bad – I wasn't in the mood to deal with their bitterness, and I'd much rather end the night with you somewhere else than dwelling on-

He didn't even let me finish as his lips descended onto mine, his hands cupping my cheeks tenderly as he kissed me.

- It's alright – he smiled against my mouth, his eyes sparkling with amusement – You were amazing.

- I was about to explode – I chuckled, letting him kiss me again.

- Well, pissed-off Gwen is hot – he smirked, pulling away to wrap me tightly in his warm arms.

- I'm sorry they were rude to you – I mumbled into his skin, hugging his neck.

- Don't worry, it wasn't that bad – he replied, trying to recomfort me as he ran a hand down my loose hair.

- Yes, it was – I pouted, actually hating the way my parents had acted upon meeting him. Not because I was seeking for their approval, because I definitely couldn't care less about it, but because I didn't want Sam to think he had done something wrong – You couldn't have been more perfect, but they are shitty people. I'm sorry – I added, tilting my head to look up at him.

- Gwenny, please, stop apologising – he laughed, pecking the tip of my nose – It's okay. I'm more worried about how you feel after all of this than what your parents may think of me.

- I'm fine now – I said with a small smile, biting down on my lip as I ran my thumbs over his jaw, staring at him – Let's go home.

Taking my hand in his, Sam lead us to his car, helping me in before he walked around the car to settle behind the wheel. He started the engine and began to drive down the road, lacing his free hand with mine as he hummed to the soft tune playing on the stereo.

The peaceful moment was suddenly interrupted when his phone, which he had clearly forgotten in the car's cup holder during the party, started buzzing, indicating he was receiving quite a lot of text messages.

- Who is it? – Sam asked, taking the phone and handing it over to me, not wanting to check his texts while driving.

I turned on the screen and found a series of missed calls from Danny and both of his brothers, accompanied by a ton of texts urging Sam to call them back. The latest texts were coming from the drummer, asking him where he was and begging him to call him as soon as he could.

- The guys have all been texting and calling you all night – I informed him, slight panic in my voice. I couldn't imagine what could have happened for them to call Sam that many times. But as I dialled Danny's number, I tried to convince myself that if something really bad had happened, the three of them would have called me too, knowing I would have probably been with Sam.

- Sam, where the fuck have you been? We've been calling you for hours – Josh's voice surprised me on the other side of the line, clearly frustrated.

- Hey, it's Gwen, Sam's actually driving right now – I said, eyeing my boyfriend nervously. He was frowning, clearly not understanding what was going on either – He forgot his phone in the car, is everything okay?

- Oh, hey, darling, I'm sorry for snapping – Josh replied a little bit calmer than before. I could hear Jake and Danny's voice in the background, meaning they were all together – We've been trying to reach him all night, can you put us on speaker?

- Sure – I said, still feeling uneasy – There you go.

- Hey, what's going on? – Sam asked, still keeping his eyes focused on the road as I held his phone between us.

- You fucking twat, you had to choose tonight out of all nights to forget your fucking phone – Josh said on the other side, but the little amusement in his voice confused me further – Where are you driving to?

- Home? – Sam replied, not following – As in our apartment – he clarified, quickly meeting my gaze for a second, still frowning.

- Well, change of plans, you are driving to Frankenmuth.

- Josh, I'm not up for these games, what the hell is going on? – my exasperated boyfriend groaned, looking at the road ahead nervously.

- Tonight, we are celebrating, my dear brother – I could hear Josh's smile through the phone, as the guys in the back chuckled – Because tomorrow, Greta Van Fleet is signing with a label.

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