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white convertible BMW with black leather interior. It was a beautiful sight. But I didn’t understand what he was saying to me.

    I looked up at Jeromy with a confused look on my face. He bent down and kissed my forehead and handed me the keys, his eyes were sparkling with excitement. “I bought this for you. A housewarming gift.”

    I felt tears forming in my eyes as I jumped into his arms. I couldn’t believe he had bought me such an extravagant gift. I wanted to protest but I knew Jeromy, it would do no good. He gives and he gives. That’s just his way ... his wonderful, wonderful way. It was as if he derived his own happiness from the joy he brought to others. I loved that about Jeromy, but sometimes he was so kind and so unbelievable, it made me feel like I wasn’t worthy of all that he gives me. He just gives me so much and it makes me wonder what I ever did to deserve someone as absolutely perfect as he is. But when those insecurities came creeping in I did my best to push them aside as quickly as possible, like right now. Today isn’t a day to question our relationship; it’s a day to celebrate all that I have with him.

    Jeromy lifted me up and hugged me tightly. When he sat me back down on the ground he grabbed the keys and playfully said, “But tonight I’m driving.” We got into the car and followed Billy to the bar.

    We turned into the parking lot of a shopping center. The marquee above the bar read Rowdy’s . I was a little disappointed we had arrived so quickly. I was enjoying the ride in my beautifully perfect new car. My shiny, new convertible BMW. I still could barely believe it was mine. I was still so caught up in the thought of my new car, I had almost forgotten about the people I was coming to meet. Billy and Jeromy met up in the parking lot and started to head into the bar together while I followed just behind them.

    Rowdy’s was bigger than the bar I had worked in, back home in Oklahoma. To the right was a counter that was the full length of the building. To the left was a stage where they already had their equipment set up. Near the stage was a long table where the band and their closest friends gathered. Jeromy grabbed my hand and pulled me forward to meet everyone. I squeezed his hand. My stomach turned in knots.

    “Oh my God! You must be Stacy! I’m so glad to finally meet you. I’m Mindy!” She was a perky blonde girl with dark brown eyes, and thinly plucked eyebrows that were shaped into a deceivingly perfect arch. She had tiny arms, velvety soft skin and a paper-thin waste that screamed of unnatural skinniness. When she pulled away from me, I noticed she had a huge smile on her face, as if she was genuinely excited to meet me.

    I turned my head toward Billy, wondering if he would explain who she was, but he didn’t at first. He paused for a moment and then realizing his mistake, he leaned into me and said, “That’s Bran’s old lady.” He pointed across the table to where Bran was sitting. Mindy bounced back over to him and sat on the corner of his chair. He put one arm across her leg and with the other picked up his beer, tilted his head and lifted his beer up, as to acknowledge our arrival.

    “Hey man. Good to see you again,” he shouted across the table to Jeromy. Jeromy gave him the same sort of acknowledgement. As Jeromy cocked his head back, I noticed a table of girls next to him checking him out, whispering and pointing. You would think by now I would be used to the attention that Jeromy draws from other females, but I quite honestly wasn’t. And now with Billy and him together, they seemed to be drawing quite a crowd of giggling girls. I did my best to ignore it and instead focus on meeting Billy’s other friends.

    Bran was the drummer, I thought, trying to remind myself who was who. Sitting next to Bran was Zander, the lead guitarist. I recognized his messy hair. He looked exactly like his picture. Sitting across the table from Zander was Travis. He was