The drive from the airport to our new house proved to be more uncomfortable than the flight. We had brought a majority of our clothes and other necessites with us on the plane, seeing as the moving truck wouldn't be here until tomorrow, now all of it was crammed into the trunk or in the backseat with me. Not having our things for a whole day made me dread going to see the house, but the good news is that most of the furniture was left at the old house and someone had gotten Pete and Patrick's furniture from their old place and put it in the house so at least it wouldn't be completely empty.
Pete and Patrick had been wanting to take me to the actual studio, instead of the one in Seattle for a while now, so we had decided to dump what had been crammed into the car at the house and head over to the illusive L. A. studio to see where they spend most of their time. Our car wouldn't arrive until tomorrow either, which meant we we're spending our time in Pete's Subaru from his college days he had left with a friend while he was in Seattle. It's not too bad of a car, just a little smaller than the Honda we had been driving around in recently.
The house we're in now is almost double the size of our rented one. It's extremely modern, with a stainless steel coated kitchen and a basement that's soundproofed. There's a separate room that Pete tells me they'd store their instruments in, and record short clips of music before going to record it completely in the professional booth at the studio. The more I hear about the whole process of creating music, the more I want to learn about it. I had always thought I would grow up to be a free lance artist, but I'm beginning to think maybe I could get into the music industry.
This thought just makes that much more eager to see the recording studio and meet the rest of Pete and Patrick's band. I had spent the whole plane ride listening to Fall Out Boy's greatest hits, well according to Pete. He also turned me on to Panic! At The Disco, Brendon's "band". I use that term loosely because from what I can tell, it's just him. He also showed me a couple of other artists that he's friends with, but most of them go over my head.
I survey my new room for only a moment. It's fairly sized, not too much bigger than my other room though, the back wall is angled in a kind of half-trapezoid shape that I think is cool, I start to estimate where I could put my furniture for a moment, but that gets boring fast so, eventually end up just unloading my suitcase of clothes and going back downstairs.
Pete's on the phone in the kitchen so I set out to find Patrick instead. I peek into the office and feel my phone go off in my pocket. I pull it out and click it on to see Echo has texted me. I don't open the message right away, I have been trying not to be as dependent on him recently, which includes intentionally ignoring his messages. I can tell he senses something is up but he doesn't say anything.
I just clear the message and turn my phone on silent. I turn back to the office and see Patrick looking through a couple of folders on the desk. I go in and plop down in the spinny chair and twist as I look up at him.
"What 'cha doin'?"
He sighs and scratches his head, which is vacant of his fedora he had been wearing more recently. "Just trying to sort through some of this stuff, what about you, kiddo? Did you see your new room?" I nod and push off the desk and spin in a full circle. "What do you think of the house?"
"It's cool. I'm just bored." Patrick chuckles at that.
"I know Luce, we'll head out in a second. Pete was just sorting out something with our manager. Apparently us adopting you has become the 'Next Big Story'. A bunch of press is outside the studio, they all want an interview." I hum and bite my lip as I take this in.
"Is this how it always is? I mean, like whenever you do something is the press always on your back?" Patrick stops flipping through the papers before him for a second.
"Not always." He glances down at his watch. "Why don't you go see if Pete is ready and we can leave in a second."
"Ok." I hop off my chair and wander around the house for a moment before finding Pete. He's still on the phone but holds up a finger, to say he's almost done. I situate myself sitting at the little table in the kitchen, there's a full dining room around the corner, Patrick says they call this part of the house a breakfast nook. It reminds me of a fancy old house in England or something.
"Ok, thank you. We'll be there in a bit." Pete hangs up and sets his phone on the table, joining me sitting in one of the chairs. "What's up?"
I shrug and pull my legs up onto the chair. "I'm bored. Patrick said we could leave when you were done on the phone."
He nods and checks the time. "Yeah, I was just talking with Joe, you met him at the party last month, remember?"
"Kind of." I say truthfully. I really only remember meeting Brendon and Halsey, though I do vaguely recall seeing a guy with a big afro of dark curly hair for a split second.
"Well, he was just telling me we'll have to go in through the back door to advoid the cameras."
I nod. "Yeah, Patrick said there was a bunch of press outside." I pause, thinking for a moment. "Is you guys adopting someone really the most exciting thing in their lives right now?" I roll my eyes and Pete chuckles.
"Yeah, I've never really gotten used to people wanting to be involved in my life, but I guess it comes with the profession." I nod and bite my lip thinking this over.
"Why don't you go call Echo and tell him you made it safe, we can leave after that." I comply and get out of my chair, not really wanting to call my boyfriend, but also eager to hear his voice. I mull over this in my head as I make my way back up to my room. I start to wonder if this is how you fall out of love with someone, not that Echo and I love each other, but there was something there. The thought of us breaking up makes me scared, but angry because I'm scared. I hate relying on someone that much, last time I let someone take care of me, they left. It's only now that I am allowing myself to let Pete and Patrick worry about the hard stuff for me. It's hard being this independent, but it's scarier to not be.
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