Tiny Glowing Screens|Daniel.Seavey

Paper rings- Taylor swift.

You can imagine her how you wish too.

Daniel's POV.

"Hi pretty girl." I throw my arms over her shoulders, walking her backward as I close the front door. "Hi."

"I missed you." I said quietly, kissing her quickly before kissing her properly. "You've been gone a day."

"I know and it been miserable." Her back hits the counter, my hands reaching up for her face. "I haven't kissed you in days. I was just about ready to die."

She laughed, but I was serious. "My parents get back tomorrow and I have a bunch of shit I have to do when they get back. So I won't see you for a couple days. You'll be happy to hear I'm sure."

"Why would I be happy to hear that?" She squints at me, her dimples just as deep as ever. "I just know you won't miss me the same as I will miss you. Doesn't matter. Can I stay with you today? Are you busy?"

"No. School was cancelled cause of a leak so I was gonna stay home all day until I had to help Tyler. You can stay." Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to hide the stupid smile. "Okay."

"We can go somewhere if you want. We could spend the day somewhere else." Kissing her gently, I pulled myself back. Smiling with a nod. "Wherever you are. Oh I have something to show you. You can kill me if I've overstepped."

"What is it?" She rests her head on my chest, my arms hugging her tight for a moment. "Hold on I'll show you in a minute. Fuck I missed you so much."

"This is so weird. But I'm getting impatient so please show me." Turning my phone around, showing her the screen, I watched her frown at me with that same pout she always has.

"He can't track you through this. I was gonna post the video but then I was like 'are you stupid' so I worked around it and put it on this instead- I haven't actually put it up yet because I was gonna let you choose the cover. Put the second that's down this is up. Then you can be the best in the world and you can play all the arenas."

She kisses my cheek, over and over again until she looked up at me with her nose scrunched. "This so so cool." She yells, shaking me. "Mhm. I was thinking maybe you could put a couple others out with this one."

"You wanna help me? I have a bunch that we can put out. Happy songs. We can do it together." She seemed so excited, she seemed happier than she was yesterday. "Yeah of course. This is yours though."

"No. We can have this. Both of us. This can be like your- plan A to your plan B. Come on." She drags me away, opening the door to the room covered with her mom's old instruments. "We can use these."

"Okay. Yeah. I didn't know your mom did music too." She shook her head. "Her dad. He was a music producer. She helped him out. Can you help me open this."

She lived on a pretty high hill, it was about an hours drive down to LA, but you could see it perfectly from here. "It's a sunny day. We can sit here and- I'll make coffee? You want a coke or something?"

"You're not gonna let me have coffee?" I joked. "You don't like coffee. You got those bottled cokes, the sugar free ones. You want one? I have little straws. They're pink."

"Sure. Thank you." Moving around the room, the CDs stacked all the way up to the ceiling, two shelves. The left shelf was filled with empty CDs. Which means the right shelf was every song he'd ever made.

There had to be at least 700 hundred CDs and vinyls on that shelf. "A lot of those are albums. Every time I look at it I feel this weird urge to beat him at his own game and fill the other shelf. But he was doing that for like 50 years so I've got no chance."

"He stuck to one genre? Or did he go through all the different styles?" She hands me the bottle, the paper still over the top of the straw. "No he went through them all. It goes down, so the vinyls were up until I think- 1983. He was a year late with the CDs. Then from there he just switched out all the genres. He had a bunch of hits."

She laughs, picking up one go the CDs. "This one however. Was not very popular with anybody. It's about tacos. He really loved tacos for about a week and got so consumed with them. Made a song about their hard shells. Everybody thought it was about sex so they said no."

"Sounds like something Johnny would listen to." I mumbled. "You know the other night he slang the entirety of ice ice baby because I was having a panic attack. The whole thing. Sunglasses and my hairbrush as a mic."

"Oh, yeah his dad used to sign it all the time when he would cry and so it just sort of, that song. His dad is fucking awesome really. You can thank him for the way Johnny is. His mom's pretty hot too."

She smacks my chest, pushing me away. "Dickhead. Shut up." Sitting down I drag her onto my lap. "Okay, what are we starting with. Soundboard is there so you just play whatever and then I can add to it."

"You know the noise the door makes? The one in the changing room." I couldn't help but laugh, turning around to the soundboard, I had to go through about five minutes of sounds to get it at the perfect pitch. "How'd you do that?"

"Magic. Okay, so you got the sound you wanted. Want- what, oh my god. Sorry- holy shit no. What was I saying?"

"Are you okay?" Dropping my head onto her arm, I let out a deep sigh. "Yeah. Sorry. What else am I putting here?"

"I'm not sure. We'll leave that one like that for the moment cause I lost all my creativity. I have this own we were doing in lesson."

"Baby, you gotta stop doing that. This is the sixth song you've done that with now." She lets out a deep sigh. "I know but I can't help myself."

Johnny had such an identifiable scream, it was somehow high pitched and low pitched at the same time. "Shit! Johnny you stupid fuck!"

She jumps up from my lap, chasing him around the house as he continues to scream. "I'm gonna rip your ears off you stupid bitch!"

He let out a loud screech. "I am going cook you in a fucking stew and feed you to your mother! You useless sack of shit! I hate you!"

It took so much to get her off him, I wasn't weak either. She was just fucking mad.

In both ways, just fucking insane. "I'll cook you. I'll put you in a pie." She said, somewhat calmer. Pointing at him like an angry mother. "You. are. crazy! You're insane!" He cried out.

"You're a bitch!" This went on for another ten minutes. I'm not sure how it stopped, but now they're just sat on the kitchen counter.

Eating pie together.

It was terrifying. Complete silence. Like toddlers at snack time.

I don't want to go in there.

It's a weird sight. Every time one of them moves I flinch. They both had marks on their faces from their punches. "Can I try some of the cherry one?"

She hums, nodding as he reaches over. "Is it pretty good. I like this one cold. Apple pie should be warm though. Cherry pie could have either a hot or cold version. Ya know?"

When the fuck didn't buy that? I don't remember buying pie.