My Kind Of Perfect: A David Archuleta FanFic

Chapter 3: Angelic

Chapter 3: Angelic

David's POV

"Is everything ready yet?" I asked my housekeeper. Marla just nodded and smiled at me.

Marla was the one who kept my house in shape since I was still a baby. She was a very reliable person, and I even sometimes treat her as my second mother.

"Thanks Marla. I'm sorry I have to move far away. I'll surely miss this house, but I don't think I'll be able to maintain the simple life if I wake up everyday with the paparazzi outside my house. I'll be sure to visit sometime, but while I'm gone, please take care of this house." I hugged my all time favorite housekeeper.

"Sure, David. Oh, you've grown indeed. You know what, too bad you we're only hailed runner up, but you'll always be the winner, for me and for every one of your supporters. Keep that in mind, now." She replied with that sweet smile of hers. Her hair tied up neatly, and her face wrinkled, but she still managed to have a nice disposition. That's what's important.

Shame! I really wanted to win American Idol badly. I perceived it as the start of the music career I've always dreamt of. I grew up having great passion for music and for playing the piano. I'd write songs and sing and sing and sing!

It wasn't the perfect start of my dream career, I know. I'm still young and I can be as ambitious as I want to be. Well, I guess it wasn't for me. I just needed to keep a positive attitude and smile because something better awaits me.

"Thanks so much for everything." I thanked her once more and flashed her a grin.

I heard the beeping noises coming from the car parked in front of our house.

"Coming, mom!" I shouted giving her a wait signal.

"Well, I'll be visiting as often as I can. Guess I'll leave it up to you Marla. Bye." I waved off farewell and retreated, nearing the car and entering it.

"All set?" Mom asked.

"I guess." I shrugged, because I didn't want to leave. I loved my former house, but I had to do this. Sacrifice, as I like to call it.

Mom started the engine, and just in minutes, we were on the road.

"Ugh, I hope this is worth it." I whispered to myself so my mom wouldn't get offended.

I don't like getting other people offended or hurt, especially if they hadn't done anything wrong. Believe it or not, people refer to me as the 'guy-next-door' that's not good with expressing.

I can only express and vent through music, and through music, alone.

I began to hum a tune that seemed to repeatedly play in my head. I don't know but this tune sounded very mellow, but romantic?

Since when did I become romantic?

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"David? David? Wake up, David..."

"Huh? What? Who? Where?" I looked around, squinting my eyes and letting out a yawn. I realized I was still in the car, and mom was peeking through the window to my left.

"Good morning sleepy head, or should I say, Good evening?" She chuckled at me. " I said we're here already." She announced then walked towards the house. I actually couldn't see it that well. It was dark outside and this neighborhood was dead silent. Eeriness and tranquility is what enveloped the atmosphere. I smiled to myself because 'this' is how I wanted it. Finally some peace and quiet.