Bad news

12

Its the sad sad truth
We arrived at what looked like this mansion. It was crazy big like I’ve never been to something like this before. I feel these arms wrap around my shoulders leading me inside and honestly I’m just shook.
“Hey darl- oh whose this pretty girl?” A woman asked eagerly.
“Mom it’s none of your business,” he whines with his strong Canadian accent.
“Yes it is my business when you bring a girl home,” she squeals with excitement with hope in her eyes.
“She’s y/n and my music partner okay?” He admits while looking at the floor.
“Your pursuing music again? Oh my god,” I’ve never seen anyone this happy about something. She grabs Johnny and squeezes him into a hug.
“Okay mom we’re going now bye,” he says with red cheeks, grabbing my wrist and taking me up these lush red stairs.

Wow this was just amazing and felt like a dream, his room was filled with instruments and a proper microphone and everything.
“You know your mom is just happy for you,” I began with a small smile.
“Yes I know, pretty obvious don’t you think?” he shakes his head with a dorky smile on his face.
“Is she your safe spot?” I queried immediately regretting it, realising how stupid that sounded.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that. Who’s your safe spot?” He questioned. It used to be you but now you’re gone but can I really say no one?
“We should really get started,” I stammered breaking the eye contact we had.
“Um okay uh there’s the piano,” he pointed at this beautiful black grand piano. I gradually walk over there, admiring every part of it. I sit on the stool and feel the warmth feeling of being comfortable.
“Okay so this is the tune, you can write the first verse i’ll write the second verse and chorus is written. The song’s based on changing the way society works around love,” I explained while he was staring at me.
“I have to write? I can’t do that,” he complained.
“Yes you can, just write your feelings. Okay listen to the chorus now,” I told him. I start to play the chords mesmerised by the way it felt to touch the piano.
What if we rewrite the stars?
Say you were made to be mine
Nothing could keep us apart
You'd be the one I was meant to find
It's up to you, and it's up to me
No one can say what we get to be
So why don't we rewrite the stars?
Maybe the world could be ours
Tonight

He applauded me after I finished and I started to giggle. Wow one day and I’m at a boy’s house giggling away, maybe the things you claimed about me were true.
“So what am I meant to write about?” He questions.
“Whatever you feel,” I laugh when he gives me a weird expressions to my reply.
“Really?” He scoffed.
“Let’s start writing,” I beamed. He throws a pillow at me from his bed while sticking his tongue out.
“How very mature,” I smirked before throwing it back right at him and he gives me an expression where it looks like I’ll be dead by noon. But it rapidly changed into grin while ducking when another pillow is aimed at my face. I glare at him, trying to look evil but I can tell I look dumb.
“Okay I’ll stop, don’t kill me,” he chuckles. I just shake my head at him while smiling and chuck the pillow at him one last time.