The Music in my Head and The Light of my Life

And They Were Roommates

** [Modern AU] **

I kept muttering to myself as I was packing my things. I was unbelievably angry. I had to move out of my place just so I could stay with Polk. In that new apartment complex that was built by the studio. God dang, seriously Johnny? You and Lacie just had to come up with the idea, huh.

I sighed as I dragged the last of the boxes out the door, taking my key and locking it for the last time. I set it down on the porch. I got my phone out of my pocket and was about to call Tom when-

Honk. Beep beep.

I turned around, startled, and was ready to yell at whoever was on my property. My mouth hung open as I saw Norman sitting in a truck, his arm hanging out the driver's window. "Come on already, Lawrence." He jerked a thumb towards the back. "Put all your shit there. You look outright stupid just standin' there with your mouth open. Some flies might fly in." He laughed, and I rolled my eyes at his comment, closing my mouth and turning away.

I started loading up the boxes in the back, keeping my gaze low. I didn't want to look at him. I heard a car door open and shut and I glanced up, only to see Norman walking towards the boxes on the porch. "What do you think you're doing?" I hissed. "A lil' thing called 'helping'. Try it sometime." He sassed as he picked up two boxes, walking over and putting them in the truck.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You are the last person I want to room with.." I muttered to myself as he loaded up the last box. I walked over to the passenger side and got in, and he got in the driver's side. He started up the truck and we were off.

"Try not to shout so much," He glanced at me before moving his gaze back to the road. "The neighbors and studio won't wanna hear your loud mouth." He laughed, as if he just made a joke. I huffed under my breath and looked out the window. I said something to myself. "What was that?" I could sense his curiosity. "Ah, nothing." I looked back at him and forced a smile.

Yeah, okay. I fought him a lot and couldn't tolerate him at points. But I have some godforsaken crush on him. Makes sense, I guess. We're childhood friends. Guess it was bound to happen. But it makes things so much harder.

"We're here." He stopped in the driveway, parking the car. "Oh, really? I never would've guessed. Thought we pulled up to some random place." Sarcasm practically dripped from my voice as I got out of the car. I felt him staring at me, he most likely rolled his eyes.

Unloading the boxes was a lot easier than loading them. They were all in the apartment. Now I just needed to.. unpack. "I hate unpacking." I muttered, putting a hand on my hip and a hand to my forehead. "Quit whinin', Drama King." He walked behind me and picked me up, slinging me over his shoulder. "Put me down." I demanded. "Hm. No. I'm taking ya to your own room whether you like it or not." He began walking, and I crossed my arms.

I then grinned, getting an idea. I knew something that would make him let go of me. I turned and moved my head closer to his ear. I nipped it. He stopped out of shock and surprise, his face now a bright and furious red. Great, he stopped. Now actually put me down.

I then slowly began tracing my fingers along his back. He dropped me, now even more shocked and surprised. I landed with a groan. That's one way to do it..

He stared down at me. "What the hell was that?" He snapped, clearly flustered. He either wasn't trying to hide it, or was hiding it very poorly. "It's called an escape plan." I purred, grinning at him with half-lidded eyes. "You-" He stopped himself, just staring down at me still. He scoffed and walked off, muttering things to himself and shaking his head. I laughed once I heard a door slam shut.

This would be fun.