(Mystreet Boys x reader) The Life Of A Pop Star

Chapter 2: My New House (On the weirdly named street)

~~(Y/n)'s POV~~
I closed my eyes and started to drift off, and that was the last thing I remembered of my last concert until tour.

We I opened my eyes again, I saw we were parked in an unfamiliar place.

"Ms. (L/n)?" Douglas' voice sounded tired and exasperated, almost impatient.

"Mhhmm?" My answer was more oh an incoherent mumble as I streched, my arms hitting the roof of the limo. "What is it?" I attempted again at talking clearly, but it was slurred and interrupted by a yawn.

"We're here at your new house!" His voice was excited, despite him almost drifting off right there and then.

"What? Why didn't you wake me sooner?" I screeched and threw the car door open. My house was...adorable! "AHHH!" I jumped up and down, I had a habit of doing that, in celebration. Even though I was wearing tall heels. You have to walk in them everywhere and you eventually get used to it.

"I'm asuming you like it?" Douglas was by side, chuckling at my behavior. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him as hard as my small frame could muster.

"I LOVE IT!" I screamed, right in his ear. He cringed and pulled me off.

"That's good!" He was holding his ear and he said it abnormally loud.

"Oops, sorry. But why didn't you wake me sooner?"

"I tried to! You were dead asleep, Ms. (L/n)."

"Oh, whatever. Say, you live around here right?" From this close I could see the dark bags under his eyes and now I could hear the tiredness in his voice.

"Yeah...why?"

"Go home, get some sleep. I don't need to be travelling around a limo."

"But--"

"No 'but's! I will make sure you get your whole paycheck. Now, scram!" I wave him off. It really isn't healthy for him to overwork himself like that, or at all. He showed a quick, but genuine, smile before getting in the drivers seat and pulling out of the driveway and off of 'Mystreet'.

"Weird name..." I mutter. Really, who thought of that?

I knew I should've started unpacking, at least the small few boxes of miscellaneous stuff I had, since all my furniture was already there. I just had to wait for my clothes and guitar and such, which would be delivered soon.

"Is there anything I can do to stall..." I ask no one in particular, just myself. I look towards the sunset, it really was beautiful. Kinda like a baby spilled their cereal, with all the different colors and white clouds clouding some of it. But still beautiful. "I could paint. Wait until my stuff comes, which should be tomorrow. I could stop talking to myself. That would be good."

"Uhmm...hello? Ma'am, who are you talking to?" I turnes around and a women with black hair was holding a puppy in her arms, almost protectively. She looked concerned.

Crap! I didn't want to meet anyone yet!

I turned away before she could see my face completely. "Just myself, no biggie!"

I'm sure she was even more confused and concerned- probably scared that some random women, with quite messy hair- was talking to herself in front of a house that wasn't hers. Well, she wouldn't have known that it was actually mine, but that's beside the point!

"Welp, gotta go!" I rushed into the house and slammed the door closed, a lot harder than I meant to. Groaning, I slid down the surface of the door and fell to the ground. I have been here for five minutes and have already embarrassed myself. Great going, (Y/n).

Without much of anything to do, I plopped onto the couch and flipped of the T.V., deciding to watch whatever was on, which was Sponge Bob.

I was about to close my eyes when I noticed something on the coffee table. I looked, it was my songwriting book, and next to it was a slip of paper. Its edges we ripped and jagged, probably ripped from my book. A blue pen rested next to it.

I thought you might want this. We all know how easily bored you are. Your welcome.

<3, Douglas.

I laughed. At Douglas knowing how bored I get, at his terrible handwriting, at the heart he attempted to draw and failed miserably, at how he knows how I hate to write in blue pen and he put a blue pen, one that was my own merchandise, how he knew he used the incorrect use of 'your', knowing I hate that, too. He must've been there earlier.

I got up and turned off all the lights except for the one lamp next to me. I scribbled some lyrics, but none of the seemed right. I couldn't think of anything and I needed some new songs for tour.

After a solid twenty minutes of throwing down some one lines, sometimes singing them to see iifd they were any good at all, I gave up and threw the book back on the table. Unsurprisingly, Sponge Bob was still playing. I clicked off tge lamp next to me and rolled over on my side, instantly droning out on the T.V..

Today was a good day.
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Heyo Its Exploding-Unicorns, and SierraDragon will be writing the next chapter! I'm so excited for this account!
See ya next time
xo