Cherry: New Beginnings.

Violet.

A/N: Soooo this chapter does not have a song with it!

CHERRY'S POV:

Theo walks through the door, and I lean over the back of the couch to watch him. He sets his bag down, and picks up his cat Ceasar and walks straight towards me. I look away from my son to look at Harry who's at the piano, playing something he's had stuck in his head that he obviously wants to perfect because it's been constant for the past hour.

"Hey." I whisper towards him, and he stops, looking over his shoulder. Theo comes into the room, and sets the cat down on the couch, and smiles, showing off his dimples just like his dad has. It's genuine too, not just the smile you give when you know others want it. He wants to smile.

"Hey." I smile back, and lean into the couch.

"You were with Dani?" Harry asks, and Theo nods towards him.

"Yep. Studio with Easton, then dinner with Dani.. You guys act like I don't do this just about every other day." He shrugs, and sits down on the couch, still keeping distance between him and the two of us.

"We know, you spent more time at Mitch's house than your own.." Harry rolls his eyes, and turns back to the piano.

"How was the studio today? Did you learn anything fun, or make anything fun?" I ask him, and he shakes his head.

"Easton actually left me alone today and I know you and aunt Sandy put him up to it." He accuses me, and I scoff.

"I did nothing, I'm never in the loop when it comes to your Aunt Sandy, and you know that." I argue, and he sighs.

"You're right... But still. Easton left me alone in the studio today to work with this.. With this artist... She's an artist." Theo instantly puts his head in his hand, and sighs, knowing he ratted himself out.

"This artist is that girl you mentioned.. The one that makes you want to write... With the yellow dress.." I speak all the things I know of her, and Harry has turned himself back around to pay attention now.

"Yeah she is..." He gives up the secret, letting it out, and I sit up, closing my journal so I can give full attention to my son.

"What's her name, what's her birthday, what kind of music does she sing, what does she look like.. Actually I don't care what she looks like, is she kind?" I ask, trying to think of the most important questions I can ask.

"Mom..." Theo sighs, and I shake my head.

"Come on, at least tell me her name..." I plead, and Theo opens his mouth to speak but right before he does the door slams open. The house might as well shake considering how hard it was slammed shut. I furrow my brows as I look over my shoulder back towards Harry. He shrugs his shoulders, and I look at Theo.

"She was with Alex." He sighs, and I nod.

"She told him so we knew... Why is she mad? Is she alright, do you think maybe I should try to talk to her?" I ask, feeling my chest sink.

"I can hear all of you talking about me, and I really hate that everytime I walk in the door I'm always a topic of conversation. Maybe.. I don't know... Stop?" I look up to see her walk in, her hair pink now, and I don't know if she did that this morning, or last night but I know it's new because it wasn't there yesterday.

"Your hair is pink!" I smile, and she groans.

"And now it's not pretty and perfect like you, I get it, you don't have to point it out." She rolls her eyes, and walks back.