Disclaimer: I don't own Bunheads and all of those good things.

Author's Note: So I know I haven't posted in a really long time. I am sorry about that. I was doing Nanowrimo so I didn't have that much time to write anything else other than that. I love you guys.

Boo's POV

It had been a month since Sasha and I had declared our love for each other. This month has been nothing less than perfect. We haven't told my mom yet but we were planning on doing that at tonight's dinner. Ginny and Melanie could tell something was up with us so we had broken down and told them. Their reactions were less than surprised. Melanie had said that everyone already knew we were in love but ourselves. I haven't told Madame Fanny yet. I didn't know if I should. I knew that Sasha was really close with Michelle. I didn't know if Sasha had told her or not.

We were all eating the Oyster Bar, all meaning Melanie, Ginny, Boo and I.

"So how are things going between you two?" Melanie asked moving her fork in a back and forth motion between us. I was sitting next to Sasha and her hand was resting in mine under the table.

"Things have been good," I replied, "Well at least for me." I smiled as Sasha and she just shook her head.

"Things have been great," she said. This made my smile grow even larger.

"Are you nervous about telling your mom tonight?" Ginny asked me. I was nervous to tell. It wasn't that I thought she wouldn't be okay with it but I was nervous that she would be mad at me for keeping it from her for so long. I had to become comfortable with it before I told her though. I was also nervous she would want us to tell Sasha's parents. Sasha and I had discussed this many times. We both agreed that it would probably be best no to tell them. Her parents were uptight and careless. Sasha deserved better. She really did.

"A little bit," I replied, "But it will be fine." Sasha squeezed my hand from under the table. This was her way of telling me that everything was going to be fine. I really hoped that she was right. I hoped that things would be okay.

When we left the Oyster Bar we were supposed to head back to the studio. Fanny had us working extra hard for the show that we had coming up soon. This meant that we would be having more practices.

"So is Sasha ready?" she asked. We were now practicing Sasha's solo. I loved watching Sasha dance. Every single time I saw her it would be better than the last time. I never got tired of watching her. She was graceful and beautiful. Her body moved perfectly with the music. It was like a piece of art. She was art. Sometimes when she was dancing I would wonder how I got her to be with me in the first place. I didn't understand why someone so beautiful and talented would want to be with me.

"Yep," Sasha said from the back of the room. She walked over to the center room and began her dance. Everyone watched her in awe. She would stride from one side to the other in one quick motion. It was like a dream watching her. It was unreal.

When she finished with her solo, Fanny had told us we were done for today. Everyone seemed glad to be done early. I was still nervous about having to tell my mom tonight. When I turned around to walk upstairs to the dressing room, Madame Fanny had stopped me.

"Boo wait," she said. I turned to face her, "Come here for a second." I did as she said.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, "You seem kind of anxious."

"I'm okay," I said. Everyone else by this time had exited the studio into the dressing rooms. We were alone standing in the middle of the floor.

"You know Boo, one shouldn't tell lies. Especially if it will affect your dancing," she said to me. I never felt comfortable with lying to Madame Fanny. She was very important to me and I didn't want to ruin the respect that had grown between each other.

"Sasha and I are dating," I blurted out. She smiled at me.

"I know," she said.

"You know?" I asked. She nodded.

"You guys aren't very subtle," she said. I blushed and looked down at the ground. I was never one to hold my feelings in. I loved to show everyone exactly what was going on with me. I was basically the complete opposite of Sasha. Sasha buried her feelings so deep it takes a crane to dig them up.

"Oh," I said.

"So why are nervous," she asked me in her Madame Fanny voice.

"We plan on telling my mom tonight," I told her. It was nice finally telling Madame Fanny. It was nice knowing she wasn't mad at me for not telling her before.

"I'm sure your mom will be fine with it. She doesn't seem like one to care," she said.

"Well we've kept it from her for so long," I said, "I just don't know what to think."

"Listen Boo, your mom loves you. She'll love you no matter what. She cares about you so much and if Sasha makes you happy she'll understand that. She'll understand why it took you so long to tell her. She might not be as oblivious as you think," Madame Fanny said. In some way this made me feel better. Madame Fanny was right. My mom did care for me. She would want the best for me and she is understanding.

"Thank you, Madame Fanny," I said. I moved in to hug her. She hugged me back.

"You're welcome dear," she said, "Good luck. Now go get changed." I nodded and went up to the dressing room. Sasha was waiting for me. When I entered the room she smiled at me.

"Are you ready for this?" Sasha asked as we were walking up to my house.

"Ready than I'll ever be," I replied. She nodded and took my hand into hers. When we entered the house you could smell dinner cooking. I let go of Sasha's hand she smiled at me when my mom appeared to me.

"Hi, Mrs. J," Sasha said.

"Well hello Sasha," she said, "So I heard you girls have something to tell me."

"Yeah we do," I intervened, "But we'll tell you at dinner."

"Okay well dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes so you can just go wait up in your room, okay," she said. I nodded and pulled Sasha upstairs with me.

The nerves were growing in me again when we entered my room. I sat down on my bed.

"It will be fine, Boo," Sasha said sitting down next to me. She took my hand into hers. She interlocked our fingers and brushed her thumb on top of my hand.

"I know," I said quietly. I looked down at our hands. "I'm glad all of this happened between us."

"Me too," she said. She leaned in and kissed me gently. Even after a month her kisses made my stomach lurch and my heart race. I leaned in and kissed her again. This time I let our kiss be more slow and intense. It was passionate and nice. Her lips were soft and moved with mine in perfect rhythm. I pulled her back on the bed so we lying down. I was basically lying on top of her as our lips continued to work together. Her hand traced circles on my stomach over my shirt. I feared that my heart might just combust at this point. It was racing so fast but it was nice. My lips traveled down to her neck. I placed soft kisses all down her jawline and to her pulse point. We often found ourselves in these heavy make out sessions. Whenever we got the chance we get to know each other in a way words couldn't. I'd like to think this just wasn't us being hormonal teenagers but it was happening as an act of our love for each other. Yes we were young but I believed that our love was real.

"Girls dinner!" my mother yelled from downstairs. I broke our lips apart and got up from the bed. I straightened up a little bit before Sasha walked up behind me.

"it's going to be fine," she said turning me around and placing one more kiss on my lips before we walked downstairs.

"So girls what is this all about?" Her mom asked as we took a seat at the table. Sasha sat conveniently next to me. We were sitting across from my mom and she was looking at us with question in her eyes.

"Well we have something to tell you," I began to say.

"Okay," she said.

"Sasha and I are kind of dating," I said. I just let it all out there. This sentence hung in the air for a while. My mom was just staring at us. Sasha pulled my hand into hers from under the table. Then she laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked.

"Because you guys are total opposites," she said, "But you work so perfectly. I don't know how I didn't see this before."

"So you're not mad?" I asked.

"No I'm not mad. I'm glad you guys told me," she said. She looked over at Sasha. "But if you ever hurt my daughter then you have something coming for you."

"I don't have any intention of hurting her Mrs. J," Sasha said. My mom smiled at her.

"I suppose you don't," she said, "Well good for you guys."

"Thanks mom," I said back. I was so relieved she wasn't mad. It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off of me.

She began eating and then put her fork down. "So wait all those nights Sasha stayed over here, you guys didn't -" She began to say.

"No, no mom," I interrupted, "We aren't….. we haven't."

"Okay," she said, "But you do know Sasha can't stay over here anymore. It's not that I don't trust you two but…"

"Yes we understand," I said laughing. She nodded.

The rest of the dinner was nice. Sasha and my mom had always got a long great. My mom really liked Sasha which made things easier. When we finished dinner Sasha helped my mom clear off the plates and do the dishes.

"Well I guess I better be going," Sasha said when the dishes were all done and washed.

"I'll walk you out," I said.

"Thank you for dinner, Mrs. J" She said to my mom.

"No problem," my mom said to her, "I'm glad you're dating my daughter." Sasha smiled. I walked her to the door.

"You were great tonight," I told her.

"Well so were you," she said.

"Things are good between us," I said.

"They're great," she corrected me. I leaned in and kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you too," I replied. She opened the door and walked to her car. I waved bye to her and watched her drive away. When I got up to my room I plopped down on my bed. I had a great girlfriend and a great mom. I couldn't wish for anything more.

So thoughts on this chapter? This fic will probably end soon because I'm not sure what else to add. I hoped you liked it. Once again sorry for the big wait.