Broken Pieces

chapter two

"Welcome to mi casa." He said as he unlocked the door.

His house is not that big. It's just a simple apartment-on the outside

"By the way where do you live?" He as he was opening the door

"Uh... let's talk about that later." I said as I entered his house

Wow. This is awesome. This is a man cave, but this is an awesome man cave. The walls are full of posters and the shelves, holy moly, IT'S FULL OF VINYL RECORDS!!! and I saw some books too.

"Wow Patrick. You're house is freaking awesome!" I said while I was shuffling through the records. Mmmm... the nice smell of old books and vinyl

"Thanks." He said and he started walking towards his kitchen.

I sat down in one of his bean bags and waited for him to come.

"Ta-dah! I brought food." He said as he placed the tray full of food in the coffee table "Okay so, I made us a sandwich, spam sandwich and also I made us nachos and for the drinks I made iced tea." He said as he looked at me and smiled "and also... PIZZA!!! just as I promised." And he smiled at me as he gave me a slice of pepperoni pizza. Mmmmmm.

"Wow Patrick, thanks. You just knew me and then here am I at your house and you made me food." I said and I took one of the glasses and said "Cheers to Patrick Dunn, the very awesome man who saved me and because he has great music taste too." I said as I raised my glass

"Cheers to... wait what's your name again?" He said and I laughed because, who wouldn't? You're at a stranger's house eating pizza and he's right in front you smiling and he doesn't even know your name?

"My name's Megan. Megan Trevor."

"Well nice to finally meet you Megan." He said as he shakes my hand "now where were we? ah... cheers to Megan Trevor, who decided to not kill herself." He said as we clinked our glasses.

"So Megan, while we're at it, what record do you want to play?"

"Uhm... do you have Mayday Parade?"

"Of course. What album?" Yes, this guy is indeed awesome

"Self-titled." I said and he stood up and he's now shuffling through the records.

"Found it." He said and he put it in the player and the sound of Oh well, Oh well filled the room

"So..." he said

"So what...?"

"Let's have a deep talk."

"That doesn't work for me." As I sang. He stared at me for while, like he's waiting for something..

"There's a pretty little picture that's in my head." He sang as well. We both laughed (wow how cliché)

"So what do you want to know Mr. Dunn?"