one more day

4

I threw the groceries on the counter. Milk, bread, turkey, cheese, apples, chicken, salad, chips, cereal, etc. Just a few things that would hold my dad and I down for at least 3 or 4 weeks. Or rather, 5 days for me.. I rarely ate anyway. I never wanted to be over 120. Even that number is a bit high for me but i've learned that that was a healthy weight for someone of my age and height.

It was already 7 when I arrived home and considering I didn't see my fathers truck outside, I figured that, as usual, he wouldn't come home until late night, early morning.

I stuck the cold foods into their proper places in the fridge and put all the non-perishables inside of the large cabinets. I guess things weren't so bad.. I mean, hey, at least he managed to make me keep food in the house, it's not like he starved me to death. Except, maybe that would just be better than what i usually endure while he's drunk.

I tossed the house keys on the usual hook we use, just beside the front door and slightly jogged up the stairs. 

All the while, my brain was fixed on the thought of Michael. He was so sweet, and that number line? smooth. I chuckled a little at that moment earlier in the day and shook my head. 

I did actually have the intention of listening to a few of his songs just in case he did actually text me. Although I highly doubted it. If he was some pop sensation, he had more important things to focus on than some girl he just met at a run down target needing neosporin for a large scratch above her eye.

I typed '5 Seconds of Summer' into my spotify, that I was able to access from my schools computer. Thank God for that. 

"sounds good feels good?" I mumbled to myself. It was the very first thing that popped up on my screen and I was forced to click shuffle, considering the fact that I didn't have premium.

Every time you say to me it's over 

you just want to start again, it's just lies

the girl who cries wolf every day, ignored by gravity

but in the end, don't ask why

A couple of songs played, they were all pretty good so far and I was honestly enjoying it. The lyrics weren't just something random, they weren't the typical boy band songs about partying or getting the girl or getting drunk or getting in the girls pants or blah blah blah. They had a deeper, more interesting meaning behind them and I could analyze them almost immediately. 

'The story of another us' had just finished before a new song was shuffled in. 'Broken home?' I thought, trying to figure out what the song could possibly be about.

You've gotta let it go, you're losing all your hope 

nothing left to hold, locked out in the cold

you painted memories then washed out all the scenes

i'm stuck in between a nightmare and lost dreams

hey mom, hey dad

When did this end?

Where did you lose your happiness?

I'm here alone inside of this broken home

Hey mom, hey dad

When did this end?

Where did you lose your happiness?

I'm here alone inside of this broken home

Who's right, who's wrong

Who really cares?

The fault, the blame, the pain's still there

I'm here alone inside of this broken home

This broken home

The song was over but the tears continued to fall down my face. I loved their music.. well, this album. I can't say 'all of their music' considering this was the first time I was ever actually listening to any of their songs.

Regardless, this album was fantastic. All of the songs were different, each trying to broadcast a different and meaningful message. 

But Invisible and Broken Home were definitely my favorite. Call it cliche but I thought that they were almost.. made for me. Both described me more than anything, although broken home was mainly about a divorced family, I guess you could say it still goes along the lines of my life. As sad as it was.

I cried at the lyrics, I cried knowing that I was once apart of a happy family, knowing that I once had parents that I could  depend on, parents that loved me.

Everything was different now though. 

Life, for me, right now hurt a lot more than death and that's why I couldn't wait until November, 20th.

My thoughts were interrupted by the 'bing' and vibration of the text notification from my phone.

unknown: Hi Olive, It's Michael. Hows that cut of yours?

A small smile spread across my face just at the small fact that he, Michael Clifford, actually texted me. He actually wanted to talk to me. But he was probably just bored and I was a last resort. I quickly changed his contact name before shooting a quick response.

Me: Hey Michael, it's better. Thanks for asking .

Clifford: No problem :). Have you uh listened to any of our songs? Sorry if i'm bugging you about it too much.

Me: No, it's totally okay. I only listened to your recent album 'sgfg' and I really really love it. 

Clifford: I KNEW YOU WOULD!! lol, what're your favorite songs?

Me: hmmmm. That would probably be Broken home or Invisible

Clifford: deep dude. any particular reason?

Me: None at all, I just really enjoyed those two for some reason.

What a lie. But it's not like I was just gonna tell some random stranger my whole life story. He wouldn't actually care anyways, no one did. They only pretended, as an attempt to spare my feelings.

Clifford: Yeah, those are pretty great. Ashton, our drummer, and Calum, the asian one, really wanted to connect with our fans with those two songs. 

Clifford: Oh hey, btw I had a question :)

I was almost able to type a response of "what's up?" before I heard my fathers large feet dragging up the stairs, I could hear him stumble once or twice before he finally reached the top. 

He stood outside of my door for just a second after opening it, "oh God Olivia. Have i ever told you how much you remind me of your mom?"

It's 1 in the morning and I fell asleep like twice writing this chapter lmao but i think it's okay. comment and vote :) looove you guys