Life According To Amber Lynn Haner

*Amber's POV*

We arrived at the bar, and the place was jam-packed. I swear to god, had I not been pretty close to Zacky's side, I would've gotten lost, and probably drunk. I'm always open to new things, y'know. I heard somebody yell and motion to us to come over, so I played puppy-dog and followed everybody else. We sat down in the back corner, and were met by a load of people I didn't know.

There were three ladies with wedding rings, and as the guys (minus Dad, as he's not married) all had wedding rings, I'm guessing the ladies were their wives. Zacky, however, isn't married either, and he's engaged to a girl named Meaghan, who I briefly met one time a week or so ago. Meaghan and I both love shopping, so we hit it off quite well.

"And who's this?" Some pretty lady asked, and I snapped out of thought.

"Valary, this's my daughter Amber, who I only met last month. Amber, this is Matt's wife, Valary." Dad said, scaring me shitless. When did he fucking get here? I was sitting on a bar stool in the back corner, and I hadn't noticed he'd come up to stand next to me.

"When did you get here?!" I screamed, nearly jumping off my stool. Despite sitting on a bar stool, Dad was still taller. The joys of being a short person. "Hi Valary, it's lovelie to meet you." See, I can have manners when I choose to.

"Oh, I can see it now. You guys are the image of each other!" She said, and I sensed she was trying not to bring up my backstory. Bless her.

We talked and laughed for a while longer, and I got to know more about everyone (and I stole the end of Dad's drink, but he doesn't know), and it was going great. And it slowly but surely dawned on me that this was my life now, and this was my family.

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A while later, I was getting really warm, so I went outside to Dad and Zacky, who were smoking. It was freezing out there, and although my cardigan was a knitted one, it was intended for style, not warmth.

"So how was bowling?" Dad asked, flicking the ashes off of his cigarette.

"It was fun." I replied simply, trying not to give away the fact that I'd gained a boyfriend since I last saw him.

"You couldn't be any more vague, could you?"

"We bowled, and I ate a few of his fries because there was no vegetarian option. There, happy?"

"Is that dude a special friend?" Zacky asked, trying extremely hard not to start laughing.

"Of course not, what makes you think that?" I scoffed, and he shook his head.

"No reason, it's just that you two seemed pretty close, so y'know.."

"We're just friends, nothing more." I said a little too quickly, and they both looked at me, not fully believing what I was saying.

"Well that's good, because you're not having a boyfriend until you're thirty." Dad said, deadpan, and that caused Zacky to completely lose it, and the man was nearly crying laughing.

"Oh, I'd LOVE to see THAT happen." I said sarcastically, walking back inside, and I could still hear Zacky laughing.

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Once I'd regained my seat on my bar stool, I noticed people were already taking shots of tequila. Arin, Matt and Johnny were getting ready to down theirs, when Dad and Zacky came back in, and came over to stand next to me at the bar.

"Before you ask, yes, I'm still completely sober." I put my hands up in defeat, knowing that he'd ask. Ever since I've met him, Dad's been so protective of me, really making up for the years that he's missed.

"Good, because you'd fucking better be." He replied sternly, and I rolled my eyes.

The party continued pretty much like this for the rest of the night, and I'm not sure how I made it home (I stole the rest of about five of Dad's drinks, and he still didn't notice, and there was a good amount of it left at the end if the bottles (so I may be slightly sort of a little bit tipsy)) but I actually got home in one piece, and passed out on the living room floor.

Notes

School is such a pain in the ass -.-

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