One shots for the road - Arctic Monkeys

Garage band - Matt Helders

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Y/n - your name

"Here we are!" Mum said as we approached our new house in a small town north of Sheffield.  She seemed awfully chipper today.

"You know that we didn't have to move house just because I'm going to university here." I smiled as I opened the car door, taking out a few bags from the boot.

"Your father and I have been wanting to move house for a while. Since your brother is off living in New Zealand and your sister is getting married next year, it seems reasonable to downsize." She said, carrying some hefty boxes.

"And it's only a 20 minute drive to university!" My dad shouted after getting out of my small car that he drove the entire 4 hours in. I ran and gave him a hug since we were in separate cars for the journey.

"It's a nice place! Don't you think?" He asked me wrapping one arm around my shoulder.

I looked around the exterior of the twee little home. The nice brickwork, the clean front garden.

"It is very nice," I smiled at both my parents who stood there waiting for my reaction.

"The moving van should be here any minute now, let's get what he already have inside, shall we me?" My dad motioned towards me and my mum, tossing me the keys.

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Two weeks later

"Y/n you still have so many boxes to unpack." My mum barged into my room, obviously having had another fight with dad over the placement of the new furniture we had delivered that day.

"I'm getting there, okay!" I yelled slightly too loud for her liking.

"I can't seem to do anything right around here, can I? I work my ass off day and night for this family!" She muttered angrily and she stomped off into her room, slamming the door behind her.

I knew moving house would be stressful, but the amount of times my mum had shouted at me for the smallest things was tipping me over the edge, so I decided to go for a walk. I slipped on some tights underneath my skirt as the temperature was cooling down for the evening and picked up my leather jacket. Before exiting my room, I pulled my lighter and pack of cigarettes from my hiding spot.

Even when I was being as quiet as can be, my mums super hear caught me as I closed the front door and started walking down the driveway.

"You better not be smoking, young lady!" My mum shouted from the window of her bedroom.

"I'm 20! Not a child!" I spat back before I put a cigarette between my teeth and lit it in clear view of her.

The sun was setting and the street lamps were turning on as I walked down my new road. I pretended I was a tightrope walker, keeping the soles of my Dr Martins on the edge of the pavement, holding my arms out to maintain balance. As I reached the end of my first cigarette, I pulled out one more and was about to light it until my attention was drawn to the loud sound of a drum kit a few doors down. I wandered over to the open garage to see a stocky guy, around my age, with short fluffy brunette hair, and eyes so kind they could put you into a false sense of security. I put the cigarette behind my ear and held my hands in the pockets of my jacket, just watching him for a bit.

When he noticed me, he stopped in his tracks and just kind of stared at me with this inquisitive look.

"I like your drum kit!" I shouted from the end of his driveway.