After my cereal and coffee I texted Luke to come pick me up.
Ours was an odd sort of friendship, we definitely clicked in the way that friends should but the age difference made him seem a little... Creepy. All the boys were the same age as him (or around abouts) 19 going on 20. But I? I was 17. Wasn't that bad of a gap but it still freaked me out - I was still in School and he wasn't. But it was all chill, we were pals and we knew it.
I hear the horn outside, then I hear my dad jump out of his bed at the sound of it. I've barely seen him for the past 2 days. But thats okay, I'm used to it. I run through the door. Today I was sporting a Kami top, Cardigan, shorts and of course my trusty Converse. Perfect.
Luke's car is warm and welcoming with punk music blaring through the speakers. We had the same taste in music, which was hella good. It meant that the ride to Capitol today was full of Good Charlotte. I wasn't one to complain. Me and Luke spoke but it was mainly about work and weird stuff we couldn't care enough about to remember.
I open my own door and walked into the 13 floor building i had encountered yesterday. It was beautiful to me, a place where creativity and inspiration struck the minds of many only to influence more of the good stuff I call music.
"Michael just texted. Said he wants you in 9B6, you know the one?" Luke called from behind me.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean he isn't exactly the friendliest." I say quietly to him as he's a lot, lot closer than when he called a moment ago.
"Don't worry Candy Floss I'll be right outside if you need anything." He whispered almost against my neck, not gonna lie it turned me on. But that didn't matter because he was Luke and I was Candy and we were just friends. That was that, I was certain.
"If you say so Lucas." I said as I walked away over to the elevator, he joined me and the ride up to floor 9 was silent.
It was awkward too. We got in and I leaned my hand against the railing to steady me and Luke's hand somehow landed on top. Mysterious, I think not. But what was with all this? I'm still a student he know we could never work out like that. He's hot and cute but me and Luke... Just no.
Back to Michael. The doors of the elevator opened and I walked out. Luke however did not follow, he just pressed the 'close doors' button, smirked, looked back at his phone, the doors closed and the boy was gone.
Great.
I knocked on the studio door and when I heard Michael's "come in" I smiled and did so. Michael looked very smiley. Which was extremely odd. Creepy even. I should probably call Luke. No he left me. Great I'm alone in this studio with Michael. Shit. Erm. Run. No crap I made eye contact with Michael. Oh alright then I'll stay.
Honestly Michael's eyes were so interesting, I couldn't not stay.
"So Candy."
"So Michael."
"How's your morning going?"
"Pretty good actually I had cereal for breakfast it was great, didn't speak to Dad he was still asleep, then I had coffee too and Luke bought me here. It was great thanks for asking Michael. Why'd you ask. Like is there something my morning is missing. Oh my God wouldn't 'morning is missing' be a great band name? No. Okay. I'll shut up now. I'm sorry."
Of course Candy, ramble all day couldn't you? Idiot.
"It's okay. I just called you up about something I wrote, I want you to hear it. It's only the beginning but I love it." He smiles, its adorable.
"Erm okay. Go on."
He grabs the guitar and checks its tuning before beginning with the chords.
Chord Sequences that I fucking recognise.
Then, to make it even worse, he starts singing a few "ohhh ohhh ohhh oh"'s.
Then he stops.
He just stops.
Puts down the guitar.
Gets up.
Ruffles my fucking hair and says.
"Knew you'd like it."
And walks out of the room.
And I don't know what to do. Because that was my song, and honestly it sucks that he'd steal it.
But how does he know? How did he hear me? Why does he care? Why doesn't he want Crazy Candy the song writer.
He was once a guy with a dream. Why can't he let me try. Why does he want to rub his power in my face, his dominance on me. Why? I want to cry.
Instead I just head back to reception and grab today's schedule.
Ohhhhh Jeez.
10:15 - Writing session with Michael and Calum.
Why me. Save me. Save me now.
Authors Note;
Lol you thought he turned soft.
Lies. I gotcha, I gotcha good.
But why is Mikey so meeeann??
Hehe you'll find out when I work it out 😂
Love you Sugarpuffs🍬
