Spencer:POV
I have been trying to summon the courage all week to ask my dad for money to be able to move to New York. I know he'll give me money, and just don't want to speak with him at all. I pick up my phone from my bed, and dial my father's number. It rings three times, before he finally answers it. "Hello?" He asks, and I cringe at the sound of his voice.
"Hi Dad." I say uncomfortably, and I hear him sigh.
"Yes?" Dad asks, and I bite my bottom lip.
"I need some money to get an apartment in New York." I say quickly, while crossing my fingers.
"And, why is that?" He asks, and I look around my dark dorm.
"I got signed into a music label, and they asked me to move to New York." I say slowly, curious about what his reaction might be. I know he loves to play the guitar, I just don't know how he will feel about me singing.
"Okay." He says, and my eyes widen.
"Okay? That's it?" I ask, and my smiles quickly fades as he continues.
"If, you do something for me." Dad continues. and i look down at my bed with a small sigh.
''I thought that I was done doing your dirty work.'' I say, and he chuckles over the phone. Up until last year, my father has always always made me do things for him, in order to get the things that I need such as, money for collage, a phone, ect. My mom never knew about any of it, and she still doesn't know.
''Until you start making your own money to get what you want, you're never going to stop coming to me.'' He says, and I frown because I know he's right. With this record label, I'm hoping that I will no longer have to put up with my excuse of a father.
'What do you want?'' I grunt, and run a hand through my hair.
''It's nothing too big, there's just some unfinished business I have New York. I need you to break into somebody's house and retreive something for me.'' Dad says, and I gasp.
''That's a fellony!'' I argue, and my father laughs, and I can just imagine him smirking.
''That doesn't matter. Do you wanr money to be able to move to Ney York or not?' He asks me. and i sigh and think about my options. I've been dreaming of becoming a singer my entire life, and I haven't once considered doing anything else. I stay silent, before finally deciding.
''Fine. What is it that you want me to get?'' I ask, and he sighs over the phone.
''It's more of a who, than a what.'' Dad whispers over the phone, probably so my mother won't hear him.
''You want me to kidnap somone?!'' I yell over the phone, and am immidiatly ready to find another way to get that money.
''A cat.'' He finishes, and I stop freaking out. A cat? Why in the world does he want me to kidnap somebody's cat?
"You do realize that you can just get a cat from the petstore, right?" I ask, and he chuckles lowly.
"This isn't just any cat. It happens to be one of the rariest breeds in the world and if I can get my hands on it, it will sell for a fortune." He says wickidly, and I roll my eyes.
"But, we already have too much money as it is." I point out, and he stays silent.
"Foolish boy, don't you know? You can never have too much money." Dad says, and I scoff. Obviously you can, look at what it did to my dad.
"When do you want me to get the cat?" I ask with a sigh as I look around my dark dorm. Stealing a cat, seriously? This is probably one of the stupidest things that my dad could have asked me to do.
"The sooner the better. I'll send you the information about the place." And with that, he hangs up.
Gabe:POV
I'm currently sitting on the couch in our hotel room, reading a book. I know, everyone thinks that the day that Gabe Dunacan reads a book is the day that pigs will fly but hey, you've seen that Geico commercial. The book that I'm reading is a book that the last person who stayes here forgot to take and it's called, ''From the Mixed-up files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler", and it's really gives me hope that you can always live your dream, no matter how young you are. It's a nice thought, but not very realistic. "How's that book?" Mom asks, as she turns on our cheap room television.
"Eh, it's okay." I lie, and she nods and switches the channel to some reality dating show. I didn't want her to know that I'm starting to get interested in different thing because then, she would start complaining about how all of her babies are growing up, and that's honestly not good for anyone. I grab a piece of paper, and rip the corner off to serve as a place holder for my spot in the book. Dad is at work right now, and will be for the next seven hours, as he will be for every weekdays, while mom is working on the weekends. She wanted to work on the weekdays too, but all of the positions were filled in. Mom honestly hates to just sit down and not do anything, and I can tell that she's getting antsy.
"Do you want to go walk over to see Teddy?" She asks, and I nod. Mom picks up Toby, and I hold Charlie's hand. Ever since we got a hotel room, we've had Charlie and Toby stay with us. Mom had decided that it wasn't fair to Teddy that she was forced to take care of her young siblings at such a young age. Mom grabs the room key-card, and stuffs it in her pocket as we walk outside. We walk into the elavator, and go down to lobby, and walk out the main entrance. I take in the chilled March air, and hug my chest to try to keep warm as best as I can. I look around, and notice the snow start to melt way into water, and into the dew-filled grass. Being cooped up inside of small brick building during the coldest of the winter, you don't get to go outside that much, and I never knew that Denver could look so beautiful.
Before I know it, we're already back at Teddy's place, and I'm sad that the walk over here ended so quickly.

YOU ARE READING
Good Luck Charlie (Or is it Teddy?)
Fiksi PenggemarThere are good days and bad days in everyone's lives; but all of my bad days happened in one year.