Wrapped Around Your Finger [COMPLETED]

People Hearing Without Listening

Wren's POV

When I first stepped off the plane, I knew this trip was going to be full of shit. The second I was granted the gift of wifi, I saw that I had a bunch of missed calls from Luke, Willow, and the rest of the gang. I sighed and slid my phone back into my pocket.

As I walked through the airport, it seemed a lot quieter, but yet, there were so many people. I shrug it off and think it's just my mental state messing with me. I walk some more and walk out of the building.

I didn't feel like airport Starbucks so I walked to the nearest one outside. It ended up being only a few blocks away. I order my vanilla frap and start to walk away. The very nice lady at the counter tapped on my shoulder and asked my name.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't hear you ask. My name's Wren." I tell her. She laughs it off and writes my name on the cup.

I am soon connected to the wifi and am notified that I have a text message. I open my phone and see a text from Willow.

W- I'm in LA. Where are you little birdie?

I should have known that she was going to follow me. I tell her where I'm at and not even five minutes later, I am met with my best friend. She looks at me and gives me a glare.

"Wren, you can't do this alone. I understand why you want to do this, but you can't go alone. I'm coming with you and you aren't stopping me." She says.

"I know." I nod.

I was lost in the game that I was playing until Willow taps my arm. She says my name was called twice. I get up and grab my drink. She looks at me like she knows what's going on.

"Wren have you told the guys yet?" As soon as she said that, I immediately knew what she was talking about. I shake my head and look down. She rubs my arm and tells me that it's going to have to happen soon.

As soon as I finish my drink and talk to Willow, we get up and leave. We hail a taxi to my parents house. This was not going to be pleasent.

We arrive at the house and see that there's another car here. We pay the driver and get out. Here's to teenage memories.

I walk to the house holding onto Willow and trying to not have a panic attack. I put my hand on the cold metal of the doorknob. I pull away and decide to knock instead of just barging in. After knocking, a man that I've never seen before answers.

"Are you guys Wren and Willow?" He asks. I nod. He moves out of the way and I walk in Willow following close behind. I feel my heart start to race and I begin to shake.

I walk down the hallway and into the lounge area. There I see my parents sitting on one of the couches. They turn around and look at me. They stand up and walk in my direction. My father raises his hand for me to shake. I flinch and step back, bumping into Willow. She takes me to the other couch across from them.

"So, Wren, how have you been?" My mother asks. I'm still nervous. I don't know what to say. Do I tell them about Luke and the band? What do I say?

"Wren your mother asked you a question! Now answer it!" Father yells. I jump. This is going to be a long visit. He starts to walk toward me. I hide into Willow's side.

She tells him he needs to sit down, and suprisingly, he listens. We talked for a little while and somehow it turned into an argument between my parents and Willow. After so much, the yelling seems to get quieter. I can still see them yelling, but the sound is barely there. It's like someone turned down the volume down on the music so much, that it's on the last notch before it's silent.

Suddenly, I'm being yanked off of the couch. Willow hailed another taxi, and we were back at the airport getting a ticket to Atlanta. Coincidentally, there were two seats left on the plane departing in about 15 minutes.