What I Never Knew I Needed

Ch. 17 - Dreams

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

"Now here you go again you say, you want your freedom. Well, who am I to keep you down? It's only right that you should play the way you feel it. But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness."

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Y/N's POV

I got home and went straight to my bathroom to take a shower. I felt some of the stress melt away with the water that ran down my body and it made me feel a little bit better. I always felt like a new person after a hot shower, but I knew that wasn't the only thing I needed. I was excited for my FaceTime call with Lizzie later. I knew that would be what my mind really needed to calm down. At least I hoped so.

It was only 5pm here so I sent Lizzie a text letting her know I was ready and for her to call whenever she could.

While I was waiting for her to call, I put on my 'chill' playlist from my spotify account on the speaker and let it ease my mind a bit. Music never failed to calm me down and make me feel better when I really needed it. I bopped around the kitchen, singing along to every song that came on. I looked in my pantry to see I only had a box of pasta. I realized that in my emotional state, I haven't been very diligent about going to the grocery store and restocking my shelves. I looked in the fridge and it was looking pretty sad too. Literally just beer and butter.

"Lord have mercy, Y/N we really need to get our shit together." I mumbled to myself. I let out a breath and grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped it open taking a long swig.

I noticed the water boiling in one of my only pots. I honestly had no idea where the other ones were, it was one of the biggest mysteries of my life. I poured the pasta in the water and stirred them around. As I waited for the pasta to cook, I smiled as Dreams by Fleetwood Mac started playing. I loved this song. I danced around the room, used my stirring spoon as a microphone, and sang along to the lyrics. I let myself feel semi-happy for the first time in a while and the realization made a small smile spread on my face.

Damn. The power of music, am I right?

I took the pasta off the heat, drained it, put it back in the pot and, since I didn't have anything to make a sauce, put a glob of butter on top and let it melt down with some salt and pepper.

In the spirit of not having to do more dishes than needed after, I grabbed a fork and ate it straight from the pot. Who cares, right? I was home alone anyways. The taste made me feel nostalgic. My mom used to make this all the time and my little brother and I called them butter noodles. It was one of our favorite things to eat. I smiled again at the memory. I should call him, I haven't seen him in a while since he's been away at Georgia Southern for college. Evan was majoring in business marketing (go figure) and was in his senior year. I was so damn proud of him. He truly was one of my best friends.

I was pulled from my thoughts by the sound of my phone buzzing on the counter. I side shuffled over to it and saw Lizzie's face from our selfie outside of the bar fill my screen. I was full on cheesing now.

I answered the phone with a big ass smile on my face and greeted the girl on the other end.

"Hey, Liz." I said sweetly.

I noticed a small blush fill her cheeks and quirked an eyebrow. I said two words. Was she blushing? Did me calling her Liz make her blush? I smirked to myself at the thought as an idea popped into my head. I was going to play with this and conduct a little experiment during this phone call.

"Hey, you." She replied smiling. "You look happier." She added, noticing my smile.

"I feel a little happier. Nothing some good music and butter noodles can't fix. Plus, I was looking forward to this phone call all day." I stated, smiling again.