The Bohemian Diaries

Chapter 3

Welcome to Phoenix

As we drove through this little subdivision, I noticed how desperately dry Phoenix was, and orange. It was strange, like nowhere else we’d ever been really. There were also cacti everywhere. Melody pulled up to a pale beige house made of what seemed like concrete? Maybe clay? It looked to be one story but I could see a window on the second story telling me there was at least a loft. It had a roomy garage, perfect for our Jeep and Huffington’s massive scratch post. As she unlocked the door leading from the garage we had just pulled into, we were hit with a wind of cool air. Looking around, it seemed like a pretty nice place, all of the floors were made of tile, (except for the loft and bedrooms, they were hardwood) it was fully furnished, decently, and there was a second floor, but it was only a large loft with a bathroom on the side. Huffington seemed to be settling in nicely. We walked around the house inspecting every detail. The kitchen, which had a bar and 4 barstools was attached to the living room which held a fire place and a moderately sized plasma TV. Down the hall was a bathroom, straight ahead and bedrooms connected to it on either side. The bathroom was much bigger than expected; it had 2 sinks! Melody took dibs on the room facing east so that she could see the sunrise, I had taken the room facing our neighbor’s oasis of a backyard back in Florida so I let her have it.

Once we chose rooms, we went back to the car and unpacked everything. We usually sell most of our clothes, with the change of climate and all, but we do keep a few favorites or necessities. We also pack all of the sentimental knick knacks we’ve collected over the years. Unpacking never takes more than a few hours for us. And once we finish, we go online shopping for new furniture. Melody promised the land lord that she would store all the furnishings he provided in a very safe place, and repaint the house when we moved out, if she could redecorate her way, it’s the only way she’ll rent a house.

Melody, being the mastermind that she is, had already gone ahead and set a budget for each room in the house, she then assigns me half of the rooms to decorate however I want, when I was 6 I decorated our loft in DC pink, with Disney princesses drawn all over the walls, needless to say Melody is a pretty cool mom.

 I figured I’d start brainstorming sometime tonight or tomorrow morning. Jetlagged, I decided to take a walk to clear my head.

 Carrying my notebook and a pen, I walked down my new street to what I’m sure was once a playground... Made for children. But it seemed that the teenagers had taken over and there were 8 or 9 skaters, doing kick flips and 360s off the slides, even the rock climbing wall, 4 couples making out, 3 couples hardcore making out, 3 boys smoking on top of the jungle gym, and a few kids here and there just sitting around talking. I sat on an empty bench and thought. 

I quite like to think. Which is why I bring my notebook everywhere. Sometimes I write songs or poems, or plan out ideas or mastermind plans (confidential, of course), sometimes I just write every single thought that pops into my mind. Today was one of those days.

*That skater over there is hot...

*I wonder how old he is...

*Frick I have to start school soon

*Ewww

*I wonder what Abigail is doing ri-

"Hey" My thoughts and writing were rudely interuppted by an attractive boy with shaggy brown hair, he was pretty thin for a guy, but it looked damn good on him. Through his lashes, he stared shyly at me with dark brown eyes, no, brown orbs. He was also carrying a notebook and a pencil. "What?" I said, trying my best to look bored with him. "Umm, I was just gonna say, umm can I sit here? It's where I usually sit to sketch and... stuff... So ya know... Gotta keep the routine... or whatever"