My Dad's Band

The Beach and Reminiscing

{A/N this is how I picture Indigo by the way. And this is Sara Sampio one of my favorite VS models.}

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I'm running through the airport trying to catch this dark haired women with two braids hanging down her back. She's only walking, and even though I'm running, I can't keep up with her.

"Mom," I yell out.

She rounds the corner, not looking back. I turn the corner, too, but I'm no longer in the airport. Instead, I'm on a stage.

Behind me stands my dad who's singing words I cannot hear.

"Indi," my dad says shaking me awake.

I open my eyes to see him standing over me.

"Time to get up. You've got to use your last days here to the fullest."

I roll over, shoving my face into my pillow. I let out a scream of agony, but it's only muffled into my pillow.

Suddenly, memories flood back from last night in little pieces.

'I must not have been that dunk if I remember it all. Or maybe it's karma telling me not to do it again' I think to myself.

"What time is it?" I groan.

"Seven thirty."

I do a little bit of the math in my head. Thinking hurts my brain.

"That means I only got like three hours of sleep."

"You and me both," he sighs as he opens my blinds and lets in the sun.

I wince in pain as my eyes are hit with the sudden light.

"Go away, Dad."

"You're getting up. You need to make the most of your last days here."

"I can enjoy them at nine a.m."

"Nope," he said as he walked out of the room.

I then heard the vacuum running. Damn. He was good.

I screamed another muffled scream into my pillow and stood up to go to the bathroom.

After getting dressed I decide to text my squad and see if they want to meet up.

Me
Let's meet up somewhere.

Andrew
wth you just woke me up

Kayla
Me as well

Alison
I had to prove to my mom
I wasn't drunk. I've been up
for awhile now.

Me
Meet me @ the diner
in twenty.

Kayla
You're lucky we think
you're cool. See you there.

A little less than a half hour later I sat across from Kayla and Alison with Andrew at my side. We all ordered our usuals and were waiting for our meals to arrive.

We were all so silent.

"I blame this silence on our hangovers," Alison finally spoke.

Kayla and I nodded in agreement, but Andrew stated, "I was not drunk. I was the designated driver who stayed up to take care of your drunk asses."