ೃ⁀➷ In the year 1994,
Maya Bennet travels to New York to attend a famous music festival, Woodstock. After stumbling into the wrong tent when searching for her lost boyfriend, she has an odd interaction with a handsome mysterious stranger. A year l...
𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬 | Fleetwood Mac 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 | Tom Petty
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The refrigerator brings light into the dark kitchen as I swing the handle open, hearing the sound of the beer bottles clash with force as I bend over to see what food I can find inside of it.
Sounds of the trees swaying catch my attention as I look over outside and watch the sky slowly lose its daylight. The clouds begin bunching together, making it harder to see what's out in the field behind the house, as the darker colors trigger rain to fall and drizzle down the kitchen window.
A sudden flash of lightning and a rumble of thunder triggers my body to jump up and focus back on the fridge. I however continue staring inside at the bottles of condiments, milk, and eggs, waiting for something to magically appear the longer I stare. But when I'm left with nothing, I reach over and wrap my fingers around a bottle of beer, slamming the door shut as I stand up straight before I walk over to the kitchen counter.
"What the fuck was that?" I hear my dad scream at the television, cursing and pouting as I could imagine the baseball team didn't make the right move. "That's fucking bullshit!" He groans, the sound of another beer being cracked open after he finishes his breath along with a rumble of thunder.
Rolling my eyes at his childish actions, I pull the counter drawer open and snatch the bottle opener out before pushing it close with my hip. In a swift motion, I open the bottle and watch the cap fall to the counter, spinning and bouncing around until I pick it up and toss it in the garbage can. It's not long before I'm wrapping my lips around the tip of the glass, and rocking my head back as I drink the alcohol as if it's water.
This is a Monday night tradition at this point. The more I drink, the less of his bitching I hear.
The landline starts ringing, and my dad immediately shouts for me to answer as if I were incapable of hearing it on my own.
So I slide the bottle down against the countertop, walk to the other end and catch it before it can fall off the table. Then I use my other hand to grab the baby blue phone off the wall, holding it up to my ear as I take another sip from my glass.
"Maya speaking." I coo, immediately cupping my hand over the bottom of the phone when Dean starts raising his voice at the television again.
"God I missed your voice." Elliot mutters into my ear, making me smile as I spin around and hop up on the countertop, rocking my head back against the cupboards as I sit and listen to the sound of his calm voice. "Why haven't you called me?"
