August 29th 2016
George's brows raise as he watches Tommie do what can only be described as a march, door swinging open, no greeting as she starts lifting scattered papers and books from the coffee table.
"What are you doing?"
"My book, I can't find it."
"Adam cleaned last night, it might be in one of the draws."
She goes over there quickly, head pressed to her shoulder holding her ringing phone, "Hey."
"Yeah, hey, Pheebs, did I leave my notebook there?"
She can hear the singer get up and look around, "Uh, can't see it, I'll have a good look and let you know."
"Alright, thanks. See you later."
She huffs and goes back to making a mess. She'll definitely have a breakdown about later that day.
George sighs slowly, watching her move around like a tornado before he gets to his feet, "What does it look like?"
"It's the brown one I always have. Leather, got flowers drawn on it, some other shit."
He nods and they spend around an hour tearing the place apart together for it, "I had a song... a good fucking song, G, I can't find it."
"Where'd you have it last?"
He knows there's no point in asking, her memories not the best as it is, she's always misplacing things. But that book, she always had it in her hand no matter where they were.
"Um... here, I think... no, Phoebe's, I let her use some lines for a song she's working on..."
She shakes her head, "No... no..."
"I'll run up to Jamie's office, tell him to send out an email in case someone's picked it up by accident." George promises, grabbing his keycard to get into the elevator.
"I had ideas, G, good fucking ideas. That book is my life."
"We'll find it, relax."
"No, no," She shakes her head, "I had a song, a song for the album."
"What's it called?" He asks, looking through the computer files but she waves a hand, an indication she hadn't done anything besides write the lyrics.
"Baby Teeth."
He giggles, "Baby Teeth?"
"Matty named a song Ugh, you didn't say anything about that."
He closes his mouth quickly, raising his hands in surrender. "I remember some of it, but, my heads a mess, everyone knows that, Memories shit-"
"Your heads not a mess, you're fine, look, we all misplace things. It's here somewhere, we'll fine it."
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October 15th 2016
The ringing stops, she smiles, "Hey, Cal-"
"You've reached... Caleb Kidwall... leave a message after the tone...."
She sighs "Uh, Hey, Cal, we're gonna be back in LA in two days, on Jimmy Kimmel, for the first time. Uh, I don't know I just miss you, haven't seen you since you started working on that single, call me back so we can meet up."
She shoves the phone into her back pocket before sitting from the bench in San Diego, tugging on Button's lead, the dog jumping onto Allen's- Matty's new dog- back.
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