I'm really happy about something that happened in another fic (A Dyle Series by @snakestille ) and it's put me in a really good mood to write a good chapter. We got 1.4k reads. Cool cool. Thx fam.
-Dani
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Laura POV: Later that afternoon.
Even though Dan and I are overjoyed about the phone call from my mom, we have to go throughout our day. At least, I have to occupy myself because Dan is elaborating on his idea from yesterday in the studio. I've been occasionally bringing him refills for his coffee, and he spends enough time thanking me that his drink is cold by the time he gets to it. I'm sketching a boy with freckles and lime green hair with a female friend with crystal blue eyes and platinum blonde hair. The pair represents Drew and I. We had once wrote a story for English representing our personal superheroes. Drew named his Rôti, which is literally French for 'roast'. He has the power to come up with witty comebacks on the fly and uses it to help people getting made fun of. Mine was called Mana (Hawaiian for Power), and can always tell what someone needs to help them through whatever troubles they're going through. (She also always corrects people's grammar) I sometimes sketch comics of them when I'm bored, and I send them to Drew. He pretends to think it's stupid, but he thinks it's great. The one I'm drawing right now is about if our heroes had found a kitten in a tree. If they're anything like us, Rôti would be awing about how cute it is, and I would be trying to help it from falling down and failing miserably at doing so. Once I finish, I send it to Drew.
Drew: Mana's eye in the 3rd box is a bit messed up.
Me: That's what you decide to point out?
Drew: That and how accurately you portrayed us.
Me: Thank you. That's better.
"Laura, could you tell me which of these piano bits you like better?" Dan yells from the studio.
Me: Brb Dan's asking me a question about a song.
Drew: IS HE WRITING?
Me: Yes one second.
Once I get into the studio, Dan has two clips pulled up on a computer software. He plays both of them, both very similar with a minor difference. I really like C notes, because they sounds really clean. In the second recording, He swapped the Cs for As, so I prefer the first.
"I like the first one." I say. "The C notes sound better than the As." I say.
"Interesting. Thanks." Dan says, looking surprised.
"Why'd you look so surprised?" I quiz him.
"Sorry- Most twelve year olds wouldn't be able to just pick out notes like that." He explains.
"Oh." I say. I thought that he maybe was leaning to the second demo and was surprised I picked the first.
Angela POV:
"We're here to see Ashley Caraway." I say, holding Ross's hand. She thinks we're coming on the 23rd, but we could come earlier.
"And you are?" The receptionist asks.
"Her parents." I say.
"Her what?" He asks, not understanding the British accent.
"Parents." I say, doing my best to sound American.
"Oh! Sorry. Room 16A." The receptionist replies, pointing down a hallway.
"Thank you." I reply.
A nurse is exiting room 16A when we approach it.
"Excuse me?" I ask the nurse.
"Hello! Are you here for Ashley?" She asks.
"Exactly." I say.
"She's been talking about you two all day!" The nurse replies.
"I'm flattered!" Ross says, opening the door.
"Hey, sweetie!" He says.
"Dad!" She yells from her bed. She springs up, limping on a splint over to us.
"Ash!" He says, embracing her in a hug.
"How've you been?" She asks, wrapping her arms around me.
"We've been worrying about you." I admit, pulling a box of chocolates out of my purse. I hand them to her. They're the dark chocolate covered cherries. She loves them.
"Thanks, mum!" She says. "I'm not supposed to stand up, much less walk with my foot thing." She says. "I'm gonna sit down." Using Ross as a crutch, she gets to her bed and sits down.
"So," Ashley begins. "How come you guys are here 2 days early?"
"We got an earlier flight." Ross replies, helping her settle on the edge of her bed. "We also have tickets to get you to London. It's on Christmas Eve." He explains. "Do you have anything you would need?" He asks Ashley.
"My medication." Ashley says. "I'm allowed to leave during the day if I get crutches, which I'm waiting on them. I'll have them by tomorrow."
"Perfect! You'll need clothes and a bag..." I say, getting ahead of myself.
"Mum! I don't have any money!" Ashley insists.
"So? Does that mean we can't take you shopping?" I ask.
"Fine." Ashley obviously doesn't want to argue.
Dan POV: (Later that evening)
Laura's great mood from the unexpected phone call still hasn't worn off, so we decided to stay in tonight for dinner and cook. Neither of us are very experienced cooks, but enjoy it very much. Tonight, we're making quesadillas. We went to the grocer's (and made as many puns as we could produce) to get chicken and things to make guacamole, along with tortilla crisps. We had a debate on 'Chips' versus 'Crisps', which ended in a conclusion of crisps is more accurate sounding based on what they are, but calling American french fries 'Chips' does not make sense. We finally agreed the terms should be 'crisps' for American chips/British crisps and french fries for American french fries/British chips. I'm mainly working on the chicken, while Laura is working on the guacamole. Tonight, she's trying both the Bad Blood and the Wild World hot sauce. She claims to be very tolerant to spicy food, but we'll see about that.
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Kind of a chapter just to set things up for the future. If you saw Dan's Instagram story, you saw Kyle nail the axe throwing. I'm proud of my bean. *pat pat*
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Lost Dad: Dan Smith
Fanfiction"Hello, Mr. Smith. We're calling about a child you had with..." Theres a pause, "Ashley Caraway." - "Laura, about your Dad... He wants to meet you."
