After two hours of sitting quietly as the two men filled out the paper work, Tony and I hit the road. We sat in silence, until the question was finally brought up...
"So... Jade? What do you want to listen to?" Tony asks, his fingers tapping away at the steering wheel
"The classic rock station, if that's okay with you" I sigh, sinking into my seat
"You like rock?" He asked chuckling, I just arched my left eyebrow "Sorry, I just didn't peg you for that kind of girl"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I growl
"You just seem... Preppy?" He says in more of a questioning tone
"Why?" I laugh slightly "Cause I'm being bitchy?"
"Well... Kind of" he tilts his head, bitting his lip
"Well I mean, the woman who raised me is dead, and now I have some dush bag rock star taking care of me" I exaggerate, then look at him "You'd be pissed too"
"I can't say I wouldn't" he nods in agreement
"I had to leave so much behind" I crack my knuckles
"I can replace it" he smiles
"I had some expensive shit, Tone" I shake my head
"Please watch you language" he warns, I just roll my eyes
"You've known me for two hours, don't try to act like my dad just yet" I sigh
"Anyway" he changes the subject "What did you have besides for clothes?"
"A high-end camera, two skateboards and a long board, makeup, nail polish, and some other things" I list
"Well, we can get those back one at a time" he winks
"Thanks" I sigh, but it turns into a yawn
"Tired?" He chuckles, I shrug, then lay me head against the window, watching the scenery as it passes.
Soon I was being shaken awake, so I guess I fell asleep. I looked up to see a nice little one story house, and smiled, then opened the door and walked with him up to it. He unlocked it, to see pictures strung up, scattered around the walls, with various guitars, both electric and acoustic, decorating. Hard wood floors stretched across the area, with a living moron, dining room, kitchen, and halls full of doors. The one thing I didn't notice was three men sitting in the living room, until Tony pointed them out.
"We're back!" Tony calls out, then he leads me to the second living room, where they sit watching a movie
"Is this your daughter?" A man with even more tattoos then him asks
"Yup" Tony nods, then puts his arm around me, making me smile nervously
"Hey" I wave, then crack my fingers, I guess you could say that was my nervous habit
"She's pretty" a short guy with long dark hair smiles, his teeth straight, I guess you could say he's pretty attractive. I blush slightly, my dimples showing as I smile
"Keep it in your fucking pants Vic, she hasn't even been here a damn minute" she heavily tattooed man smacks him upside the head making me giggle.
"Awe! Mike, you can't deny that she's cute" another man says, he's wearing shorts, and the same vans as me
"You only say that because she has dimples too" I'm guessing Mike smiles
"Well I never" I see it now, he does have extremely cute dimples
"Guys" Tony says, they all look at him "This is Jade Ashlyn Perry"
"Actually it's Winter" I correct, then get out of Tony's grip
"Bitch you thought" the dimpled man snorts, making me laugh, then Tony growls
"Ha Yeet" I laugh
"Well any way, want me to show you to your room?" Tony asks very annoyed
"Sure" I nod, pursing my lips
He opens the door revealing a wide room with plane white walls, a fairly sized closet, and a bed with plane white bed sheets. I nod as I look around at the open space.
"We can go shopping" he suggests "You can do whatever you want with it"
"Thanks Tone" I nod, "Maybe we could get some posters or something"
"Yeah, how about we go to the mall?" He asks
"Right now?" I ask
"Mhm" he hums in response
"No, it's fine. Really" I say, not wanting him to waists money on me
"I insist" he places his hand on my shoulder
"Ok, but your friends or whoever they are have to come" I giggle
"They're my bandmates" he explains
"Oh, what's your band called?" I ask as we exit the room
"Pierce The Veil" he says
"Really?!" I squeak
"You've heard of us?" He chuckles
"My friend loves you guys, well my old friend. I've heard a few of your songs and they're not that bad, what do you play?" I ask
"Guitar" he nods with a smile
"Damn, who's the drummer? Whoever the drummer is... Respect" I smile
"That'd be Mike" he nods, and as we get into the living room, I point to Mike
"Respect bitch. Respect" I say, and Tony laughs
"Why?" He chuckles
"Your amazing at drums" my eyes glitter "that means you" I point at the dimpled guy "must be Jaime"
"Yup!"
