Almost Home (NG2)

A friend

I am migrating the other story here, so you will find chapter that haven't been read. It is because they were read on the other book.

Nash should celebrate because they finished recording, but he felt restless. It surprised him Beau Haywood didn't use it as an excuse to throw a party, but with all the crap, a party was the last thing they needed. The Tyler decision wasn't easy. Even though he had been fed up with his bandmate, they had been friends for a while.

He was more worried about Savannah. Lawson would be angry. Was he smart enough to sell dirt on him? His dirt was boring, because all he did was play music, surf, and like Savannah.

When his phone buzzed, he expected his mother. It was Rob, asking questions about Tyler and Cayla. He answered honestly, because he liked Rob too much to let him be a fool. He didn't have proof that anything more than flirting happened between the two. Tyler never liked to be reminded Cayla had a boyfriend.

R: You busy? I need a friend.

N: I don't want to drink.

R: Can I stop by your place?

He never had anyone over, not even Clyde. His place was not what anyone would expect. He lived in a small, private house, with two bedrooms, so his mother could visit. His decor was guitars. He had multiple guitars scattered around a comfortably furnished room.

He texted his address and went to the kitchen. His refrigerator was almost empty. He hadn't been home for the last two weeks. Nash put water on the stove to boil pasta, because he had a jar of sauce. It wasn't the Ragu he grew up with, but was three times the price. It had better be three times as good.

Robbie knocked on his door and he let him in. He looked around.

"You hungry?"

"I could eat. Lots of guitars."

Rob followed him to the kitchen. He dished out the pasta and sauce.

"Ain't fancy." He handed him a plate, and they both sat on the island. "I've become a collector. Honestly, I don't know how to spend my money."

"Invest it. Save it for your kids."

He shook his head. Kids required a committed relationship. "Are you having kids with Cayla?"

Rob shook his head. "After today, I don't see a future."

"Because of what I told you?"

"A lot more. I can't compete with Beau. I might try to if she didn't disrespect my family."

"Did you have a fight?"

"Oh, yeah."

"What are you going to do?"

"Go home for Christmas."

"Lucky you. Will you see the one with the legs?"

The girl he met in Boston was smokin. Tyler might like those big tits, but he preferred legs.

Nash said, "You're not a leg guy, are you?"

"Why'd you say that?"

"Because you have those huge..."

"I had."

"Is it seriously over?"

Rob shrugged as he nodded. "What's the deal with your brother?"

"He hates me because I wrote songs about his wife. Maybe it's because I inherited musical talent from our daddy and got his love for booze."

"But you're identical."