AU || Cairo Lucia Santiago is on break from university. Bradley Will Simpson wants to get his big break in the music industry. Together, they go on a roadtrip around the UK, where they busk their hearts out and discover more about their lost selves...
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📌 Edinburgh, Scotland, UK
Opening my eyes from a deep sleep didn't change the fact that my world was as shit as how it was left yesterday, and once I remembered that, I sat up from the bed I was lying on, recalling that the last memory I had of yesterday was Brad driving us to somewhere.
Brad was on the desk right across me, his headphones on and his back turned to me as he worked on an arrangement. I opened my phone, which was miraculously on the nightstand beside me, and connected to the WiFi with the instructions that were on a card right by it. My phone immediately started buzzing with notifications from my parents, then I switched my phone off again, fearing that they're contacting me to convince me to either go back to my Dad's or take the next flight to Sacramento, which were the two scenarios I don't want to happen the most as of present.
"Oh, hey, you're up. How was your sleep?" Brad asked, and when I looked at him, I saw that his headphones were on his neck, and that he was smiling.
"I guess you can say that I was well-rested."
"That's good to know. Good morning, by the way."
"Morning. Uh, where am I and how did I get here? The last thing I can remember happening yesterday was when the rain started to pour and your radio was playing old ballroom songs that fit well with the rain."
"I appreciate the accurate description. Anyway, you are currently at a bed and breakfast in Edinburgh, where I'm checked in. You fell asleep while we were on the way here. I carried you in because I didn't want to wake you up, especially with what you've been through," Brad said as he shut his laptop's lid, then I sighed.
"I'm sorry you had to witness all that, by the way. Sofia was right; I was being too dramatic."
"Not in my eyes. They were gaslighting you last night and pushing you to your limit, but you handled it well and with a fair perspective, in my opinion."
"How well, if I may ask?"
"Like...you were still upfront about what is right and what you really felt about the whole thing. You didn't focus on how pissed you were because of Victoria's and Sofia's bratty attitudes."
Despite still being curious as to why he thought so, I no longer asked Brad to explain further. He validated my feelings, but this bitchy voice in my head kept on convincing me that he's only lying to make me feel comfortable, so I don't raise it because I don't want to make it seem like I am not grateful for his help nor faking my negative thoughts to gain attention and praise from him. For now, I ignored that inner voice and simply thanked Brad for hearing me out.
I might call that inner voice 'Sofia' from now on.
"By the way, I'm sorry I couldn't change your clothes; I don't really want to do that without your permission. But, if you don't mind, I removed your necklace and rings and put them in the safe in the closet so they won't get stolen."
