Unprecedented

Chapter 7: Connor

After being seen out of Mike's house by his ruler, the woman of the household, I was now driving home.

Mike didn't really have anything to say, after I told him. He just seemed confused. The same facial expression I had seen countless times, in maths class.

I wondered if he'd call me as memories of high school came into my mind.

I leant against the wall and looked down at my old Chuck Taylor's.

...I should probably clean those.

I picked at my nails and sighed, knowing Mike was going to take ages. I wanted to skip science and get high, that's really all I came for.

Suddenly the door opened and Mike basically fell out the door, he was a mess of giggles.

"What's so funny?" I asked, smiling from Mike's high pitched giggles.

"That career advisor man. You know how he told you that you'd end up a waiter or some shit? He seems to think I'll be a car salesman. Totally ignored the music side of my life. And I got a fucking car salesman, can you believe that? Fuck this, let's go get high."

I grinned as I let him drag me down the corridor.
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Thinking back on the memory as I pulled into my driveway, I smiled. The career advisor was kind of right.

It's weird how things work out.

I let myself into my house, even though it didn't feel like mine. There was no way I could afford my old house with this job though.

I flopped down on the couch and picked the phone up, dialling Alan's number. I could use some brotherly chat.

When he picked up, he seemed annoyed to find out it was me. He told me he was 'busy' then hung up. I tried calling my sister Anna but I got the same result.

Frowning, I leant my elbows on my knees and suddenly it made sense.

When I was younger, my dad and I were really close. None of my other siblings were musical, so my dad and I got on the best. Because of this, I didn't spend that much time with my siblings, in fact they just tormented me most of the time, when dad wasn't home.

Seemed like we never got as close as we all did when my dad died.

I scratched my head. Why did life seem so shit now that I had my dad? Even though I had him back, I had lost everyone else. Could I live like this for a year?

I grabbed my bag and pulled out the work I had collected in today, starting to mark it even though I had no idea most of the time and I had to get over my old man fears and use the Internet to help me mark.

When that was done, I laid back on the couch with a beer and watched the TV. I wondered what I would be doing in my old life right now. Judging by the time, I would be with Mike and Tré, either practising or just generally being dumb. I missed them both.

I needed food, but I had none in. After a check of the wallet situation, I decided to go get a pizza. After all, it had been a hard day.

After locking up, I went and got into the car, driving down to the local pizza place. I had spent many hours with Mike in here, high as hell.

I ordered my pizza and leant on the counter, tapping my fingers off the surface when I was suddenly brushed past.

I ignored it, knowing this place was kind of full, but then I heard it.

"Connor, come back here. You're in the way." I looked down to see a small boy, who looked alarmed before running back to his mom.

I knew this boy. Well, he seemed familiar, I knew that.

"You shouldn't run off like that." I looked up at the voice, knowing it from a mile off. The boy was clinging to Adrienne, my Adrienne.

My heart shattered as I realised that this boy was definitely not mine, and that I of course had never met Adrienne. I swallowed a lump in my throat and it was only then that I realised I had been staring at her.

She looked concerned. "Are you okay?"

I snapped back and my pizza was done at perfect timing, so I grabbed it and handed the money over before leaving the pizza place, quickly getting in my car and driving home.