music. he always knew he wanted to make music since the first time he held a guitar when he was a young boy. and now that 21 year old gaege gibson has gotten a steady gig offer at one of the biggest bars in his hometown of florida, he's not letting...
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(a/n: the picture is what Eddie's house looks like incase my description wasnt that great. I'll post a chapter with pictures of the house!)
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you can't protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness
Gaege groaned and turned over, grabbing his phone from his nightstand, he answered it without looking at who it was.
"Hello?" he answered, clearing his throat afterwards.
"Hey, Gaege." Eddie said over the other line, Gaege widening his eyes in response.
"I'm not late for work am I?" he asked, sitting up almost immediately. He didn't think he had work that day but then again, he wasn't the best at keeping track of the days.
Eddie just laughed on the other side of the phone, "No, you're not. It's twelve thirty in the afternoon. I thought you would be up by now." Gaege raised a brow and rubbed his eyes,
"And why's that?" he got up to slide his shoes on.
"Do you wanna go do something with me today?" Eddie asked and Gaege liked to faint. There was no way this was real, was there?
"Uh, yeah. Like what?" He asked, taking a seat on his porch swing, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He took a cigarette out, putting it in his mouth, lighting it. He took a puff, letting the nicotine run down his throat and go all the way down, coating his lungs. He blew out and listened to Eddie speak.
"Do you like four-wheelers?" He questioned.
"Yeah, wh-" He started but got cut off by Eddie,
"Great, I'm sending you an address. See you soon." he hung up abruptly.
Gaege just laughed and shook his head, finishing up his cigarette. He put the cigarette in the ashtray, putting it out. He slipped his phone in his pocket, standing up and stretching.
He walked inside and closed the door behind himself, locking the deadbolt. He walked up the stairs, going into his room to get changed.
His phone went off with a loud ding, causing Gaege to jump a bit. He picked up his phone to check who it was from.
From bossman🌮:
108 Dulles Dr
Gaege laughed softly, smiling. He unlocked his phone and texted back.
