"Bye Flynn," I sigh sadly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and squeezing them gently.
"See you tomorrow Addie," He hugs me back.
I wait until he's half way down the road before walking up to the my door. I'm not looking forward to the wrath of my mother.
Dad isn't home yet, he doesn't come home from work until seven - way past dinner time but demands his dinner as soon as he steps foot inside the door. I don't bother knocking, I just turn the handle and let myself inside.
It is my house is it not? The door creeks but Mom doesn't seem to notice, I exhale with relief. I tiptoe up the stairs and enter the comfort of my room, the only place that I felt a vague sense of safety.
I throw my bag on my bed and dive after it. I fish my phone out with the smaller pocket and plug in my earphones, it was on 30% charge but it would last me at least an hour. I close my eyes to the beat of the music, slowly pressing the volume button until it reaches the maximum volume level.
The lulling, calming voice of Patrick Stump flows through the earbuds sending me into a trance. My mind concurs up an image, of what a perfect family should be. My parents actually begin nice, and caring about me. To them, I was nothing more than an influx of extra money.
I clutch my phone close to my chest, they couldn't take this away from me. It's the one thing that keeps me sane in this god-forsaken world, and my only supply of music. Excessive knocking at the front door pulls me from my trance, I turn down my music. I hear my mother hobble towards the door and open it, a deep voice greets her.
"Who are you?" She snaps, I feel sorry for this person at the door, I want to go and apologize for my mother's rudeness.
"That's not important right now. Your daughter, Addison is the topic of discussion."
"My daughter? What'd you want with that lazy child?" Woah, moody much?
My cheeks burn, I'm so embarrassed, what if this person thinks I'm exactly like my mother, a horrible, rude monster with no care in the world, only for herself? I can only hope.
"She's my sister, well, half sister."
That voice. I've heard it somewhere before, it's so familiar, I know the voice but I can't recognize who it belongs to. Whoever it belongs to has a very attractive voice. I hop of my bed, clutching my phone in my hand and make my way to the top step.
I release my grip on my phone, it falls to the ground and bounces on the carpet. My heart start to beat faster than ever, like a bird flapping its wings; not flappy bird. My breathing becomes very uneven, I want to scream with excitement and happiness. It's like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
I know that lanky figure, I know who it is and his piercing blue eyes are looking right at me.
"Hey Addie," He smiles, my mother follows his gaze and shakes her head disapprovingly. Well, she's not even kicking him out or telling him to go away, so why does she even have the right to shake her head. What has she even got against him anyway?
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A/N: Totally not predictable to who the person is, I'm bad at this whole writing thing anyway.
