What now? (Carter x Azzy )

Chapter 2

I wake up yawning, and I mumble to my self, "Time to get to work." I sluggishly get out of bed, stretch and go to my art room.  My paintings are famous all around the world. I turn my radio on and I start talking to myself, "Ooo. My favorite song is playing, sweet." It's Migraine by Twenty One Pilots.
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It's perfect because I have a migraine right now. Ugh I shouldn't have stayed up so late last night painting. But I really need to finish this painting. My manager is coming in three days I need to finish this now if I'm ever gonna make the deadline. While I'm discussing this in my head like a crazy person I hear the doorbell. I come back to the real world and call out, "Hold on be right there!" I jog to the front door and check who it is through the peeper hole. Oh it's Ahri. "Ahri! Where have u been?!" I open the door. "Sorry Carter I've been so busy with class." I hug her, and say. "It's okay I forgive you." I shut the door and lock it behind Ahri. "So, how is class?" I yawn sleepily wanting nothing more then to sleep. "Oh I've been thinking about something for you to interact with your fans." "Wait seriously? That would be awesome. I would love some feedback and ideas." "I know that's why I came. I need your permission to make you a social media." "Ugh you know I hate that. But I really need feedback. Fine!" "Awesome! I'll start making it tonight and send you the user and password.""Aye, aye." I role my eyes and wish social media wasn't created. I walk to my studio and sit in my thinking chair. "So what now?" I ask a little bored. "I'm hungry. Wanna go get something to eat?" I nod, "Yeah I could eat. But where do we want to go." her eyes light up, " I got it! Popeyes!" I'm like about to jump up and down when I get a call. "Yeah lets go there." I say quickly before I answer the phone. I see Ahri victory dance and I giggle. "Hello? Is this Carter Joseph?" a husky older voice says. "That depends. Who are you?" I say with a serious voice. "I'm Bill. I am your father's friend." My eyes widen. "What's wrong with my father?", "I'm sorry son, your father... well he isn't with us anymore.", I look at Ahri and whimper. "His funeral is next week he would want his son to come. Oh and you get everything, the house, the money. He gave it all to you since your mom pasted away when you were little." I'm shocked. "Wait I get the house?" "Yup you get everything.", "I'll be there in two days time. Talk soon." "Alright talk soon." I look over at Ahri. "Let's go eat." I walk out of my studio to the door and she nods hesitantly but follows. "He died.." I say barely a whisper. She looks at me concerned and hugs me. "I'm so sorry Cart..." she starts crying. My eyes burn of salty tears and agony. "I never got to say bye..." I break and I start sobbing.  I feel like punching something... "I'm moving back home...",  "wait... you can't leave!" she says worried. "I need you to stay...",  "I need to go and take care of that house I'm sorry. I'm leaving tomorrow... I'm so sorry." Ahri's bottom lip starts to quiver and I know she is upset. "I have to go..." I get out of the car because we were driving back and we got to my house. "I hope to see you soon Carter." I smile and say reassuring "We will meet again Ahri. I promise." I walk in and lock the door. Then I start packing while I take a breath. I'm so sorry Ahri. I don't want to leave but... I have to its my childhood house. I finish packing and I check the time. It's 8:00pm. I yawn and grab the blanket and pillow I didn't pack and get on my couch. 

***NEXT MORNING***
I wake up and stretch. I get up and get dressed, then the doorbell rings and I unlock it to see who it is. It's the guy bringing my stuff to Minnesota.  To my house... He smiles and offers his hand to shake mine and I meet him in the middle to shake his hand. I smile and say, "Hey nice to meet you I'm Carter.", he smiles back, "Hi I'm Kent I'll be taking your belongings to your new destination.", "Alright well come on in." I step to the side and let the man in. "Thank you for coming on such late notice." I say nervously. "Anytime. It's my job." he says and smiles. That's right it is his job. Just like my job is to create beautiful art. "So my flight leaves in an hour I should get on the road." "Alright. I'll see you in Minnesota." I smile. I give him the keys when he's done packing everything into his truck and drives off. I then get in my car and drive to the airport. As I get to the airport I'm met with a security guard asking to pat me down and I nod and let him pat me down. Here's to my new-old life...