Martijn POV
The car ride towards the studios is silent, and this silence is definitely not a comfortable one.

She's still upset.

Or maybe she doesn't feel like coming with me because she isn't a model.

Ughhhh, why do girls think that they need to be supermodels to be beautiful?

Who would want a bunch of bones to do that things?
Yes, Charelle was a model for real, but she went to the gym often, ate healthy and... Listen to me.... They told her that she was too fat for a campaign.....

I. Have. No. Words.

I still remember that day... She came back from the office in tears.

But now..... Let's get back to the present.

I need to make up for what I said earlier, or maybe what I should have told her.

"Miné..... I'm sorry"

She's keeping her eyes on the street and one hand on the steering wheel, leaving the other one on her lap.

"Martijn.... Don't worry"

"No, I'm not letting you go that easily. I'm really sorry for what I did before, no matter the circumstances"

"Martijn, that's ok. I actually realized that I don't look that good. Maybe makeup is the only way to look decent for me"

"Goddammit. Why do you always have to underestimate your person? You are absolutely fucking gorgeous"

She doesn't blush.
Uh-oh.... She thinks that I'm lying.

"It doesn't matter anymore Martijn. I overreacted. I will be in my period in 2 days, maybe even tomorrow"

"Don't use period as an excuse. Or.... Well maybe you can, but don't you dare to think that you don't look good"

I didn't sound serious, dammit. I'll have to find another way to get her smile back.

Tell her to take her makeup off?

No, this would make things worse. It would look like I told her 'whatever, remove your makeup then!'.

Show her that she's the most gorgeous girl in the room later today?
God, no. There will probably be only boys today.

Minerva POV

I pull up in front of the STMPD recording studios, planning on leaving Martijn here for the meeting and go home.

I hate me for behaving like a psycho today, I overreacted. Poor Martijn doesn't deserve someone like today's me. He had to excuse himself for something he didn't even cause....

He's now getting out of the car, looking at me.

"Miné, I'm sorry. But I'd love you to come inside to take a look at my baby"

His baby.

Well. That actually is....

I made him feel like shit, time to make up fore it.

"Ok, but just for a few minutes"

He suddenly shows me a full smile and walks away from the car to let me park.

I get down and lock the car doors, walking to the entrance.

And I see Martijn hugging someone tightly.

I'm still far away, so I can't recognize who it is, but I'm sure that's an he.

Seconds later another figure runs out of the building, hugging Martijn along with the other person.

Getting closer, I realize that they must be Martijn's parents.

Oh.... Shit. Erm, what am I supposed to do now? Is my skirt too short?

Geez, 'Minerva, calm down!!' I tell myself. He isn't my fiancé.

Martijn turns around, smiling at me and inviting me to join them.

I'm a few steps away from them, nervousness over my shoulders. What should I say now?

"Mom, Dad..... She's the famous Minerva...."

God, he introduced me. Thank God!

His parents are looking at me, going up and down with their sights.

Such a bad first impression.

"And... Miné, I wasn't waiting for them to come but... They are my parents"

"Martijn, no need to introduce them! Good evening Mrs. Garritsen! Sir...." I greet them shaking hands with his mother first, and then with his dad.

They are both smiling at me, until Mrs. Garritsen nudges her husband, saying

"See Gerard, that's why our son ran to the hospital that evening"

Martijn's dad nods, adding
"Now I get it, who wouldn't run for someone who's this gorgeous?!"

Suddenly I feel my face flushing pink, kinda embarrassing.

"Uhmm... Thank you"

Martijn is kinda embarrassed too and cuts off his parents speech.
"Ok, ok. You made her turn all red! Let's go inside"

His parents walk inside and we follow them.
"Miné... I'm sorry. I didn't knew they were here. Is this embarrassing?" he whispers in my ear.

"Are you kidding me? I'd love to have a talk with them. But, tell me. Is my skirt too short? "

"It's kinda short actually. But they never really cared about these facts. And you aren't my girlfriend, sooo"

"Ughh, yeah. I always forget about it. But you know.... "

"I got you. But I really don't know why you aren't my girlfriend yet. Must be because of the distance "

"It is, Marty."

He smiles at me and goes for a peck on my lips.
This sounds like.... Weird. Me meeting Martijn's parents, just like we were a couple.

But we actually are one because all of what we had in the past.
Ughhh, it's complicated.

"What do I have to tell them if they ask me if we are friends or more???"

"The truth, my girl"

We enter the building through a glass door, and the first thing that catches my eyes is Martijn's collection of rocks on a shelf, along with some other things.

The space is lovely and it definitely was made to relax and have a drink. There are also +x and STMPD RCRDS themed pillows laid onto the couches, modern lamps hanging from the ceiling and a bar with a fridge to keep foods and beverages cold.

Then I notice something..... Let's say unusual..... Erhhmmm.

A golden statue. Of two turtles. Doing.... That.

Martijn is standing next to me, laughing at my amused facial expression.

"Martijn.... But. Is that what I think it is?"

"This is exactly what it looks like, Miné...." he tells me giggling and wrapping an arm behind my back.

"Don't tell me that you chose it....."

"Actually... No. But yeah" he says turning us around to face his parents.

"I don't approve his choice, by the way. Disgusting" says Mrs Garritsen pointing at the statue behind me.

From this angle I also noticed another piece of this studio's art.

A golden bear with his pee pee out.
"Martijn..... Is that from the same artist?" I ask pointing at the bear.

"Yes. But that's actually a gift. Don't get me wrong"

"Ok, ok. I'll get used to see these things while chatting with your lovely parents"

Martijn smiles at me and begins to walk away towards one of the corridors.

"Ok. Since I probably won't find you here after the meeting, see you tomorrow girl!" he says arms open waiting for me to embrace him.

"I actually was planning to stay, but who knows. So goodbye!"

We hug each other, Martijn leaves.

And now I can finally take place on the couch and chat with Martijn's parents. I want to know everything, since he was born to today!!!