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thirty six - home sweet home

september 14th, 2019.
calabasas, ca.
five o'clock pm.

the faint fall air blew softly throughout calabasas, sending a warm breeze into the brand new home habitat to none other than amanda valentino. music blasted loudly on a portable speaker which sat on the kitchen counter, creating an energetic feeling throughout the house.

amanda, her brother nate, her boyfriend pete and best friend stassie were gathered in the living room, unpacking the many boxes covering the floor. amanda walked into the kitchen and the others followed as they brought in boxes labeled "dishes". she began opening up a box when the song playing faded to a new one, and her heart stopped when she'd heard the music.

nate had been the one in charge of the music all day, and she'd least expected him to have played that song. "nate, change it now." amanda demanded with serious eyes as 'home sweet home' played loudly through the speaker. nate looked up at her in confusion, not understanding why she wanted to skip such a good song.

"but it's a good song, and you've just moved into your new home..." he said, with visible cluelessness on his face. "we don't listen to mötley crüe..." stassie spoke up, sending nate a look. still not getting what the problem was, nate looked back to amanda. the song continued playing on and amanda's heart began to race as memories came flooding back to her.

"wiggy... i mean it. change it now." she repeated with anger in her voice. "why? just tell me why you don't like it? why don't you listen to mötley crüe. they're sick." he shrugged with his face pulled together. "nate... come on man." pete now jumped in hoping that he would just let it go and change the song.

"for fuck sake, fine." nate replied, finally giving in. pulling his phone out from his pocket, he clicked the skip button and the song changed. "now are you gonna tell me why you don't listen to mötley crüe?" nate questioned the group in front of him. amanda let out an exhausted sigh, before storming out of the kitchen. "i'll go talk to her." pete announced, following after his girlfriend.

"stas, am i missing something?" nate asked the blonde with wide eyes. "wigs. her ex played tommy lee in the dirt. she doesn't like listening to motley crue because it reminds her of him." she explained with sympathetic eyes. "fuck. i'm such an asshole. why didn't i just change it when she asked?" he replied, palming his face with his hand.

"you didn't know, don't worry i'm sure she will be over it after pete talks to her." stassie reassured him. just then amanda and pete reentered the kitchen, only now amanda looked like she had been crying. "are you okay mands?" stassie asked her when she'd noticed her appearance.

"yeah it's whatever." amanda sighed brushing her off. "i'm sorry mands i didn't realize." nate apologized with regretful eyes. "like i said, it's fine." she replied going back to unpacking the boxes. "it's just, you never really told me much about your ex, so i didn't know..." nate continued, feeling guilty.

"wiggy, drop it." amanda replied shaking her head. "while we're on the topic, i know today is happy and all, but amanda we need to talk about something serious." stassie started with her eyes steady in the blonde in front of her.

"what stas?" amanda asked with a nervous look on her face. "i think you have an idea. but we'll discuss it later, stas." nate spoke glaring at the girl for bringing it up at such a terrible time. "why, just tell me now." amanda raised her eyebrows in response.

"it's a family thing..." nate lied looking at pete with an awkward expression. "oh i totally get it guys, i'll just go unpack some stuff in her bedroom while you guys talk." pete smiled before leaving the three others alone.