"So, what do you think?" I snapped back into reality.
"It's really great, Grandma. Everything feels so warm and roomy." I responded. She stood a little taller with pride. "Hmph! Took me a week to clean the whole house." I smiled. "Thank you for inviting me over. I would've have laid in bed all summer."
"Oh, darling. Its my pleasure. I wanted to see my beautiful little granddaughter again. Ah! Now look at the time. I better start working on dinner, and you should get set. Let's take you to the room." she began as she grabbed my luggage.
The staircase was beautiful. Old, but still in great condition. As we spiraled to the second floor, I looked at all the pictures on the walls. There was one in particular that caught my eye.
It was of a middle aged man with long blonde hair and a dressy shirt with bell bottom jeans. There was no doubt this was taken in the seventies. He was holding hands with a little boy in a red shirt with overalls. Both were looking at each other and laughing, eyes squinted. I knew the boy was Dad. No one had the blonde hair he did. Well except for the man. I presumed he was my grandfather. I decided to look at it again later, just to study it a little bit more.
We then passed through a rather long hallway, with more pictures. I saw another picture of the man. This time he looked younger, late teens. He was in a tuxedo, hair slicked back, and smirking at the camera. Hmm, prom, maybe? We then came to a door, my room most likely.
"Now. If you don't want to be in this room, we can just put you in the guest room, but I don't think you would like it that much." stated Grandma. "Um, ok, but you don't have to worry." That last comment made me a little nervous. What was in this room? Is it the basement? Oh yea, definitely. Because basements are on the second floor, idiot.
She grabbed the doorknob, and I nearly fell over. There was merchandise of musicians EVERYWHERE. You name it it was there. Buddy Holly, Elvis, the Everly Brothers (A/N: I love Don and Phil!), The Rolling Stones, etc.. It was practically rock heaven. But one band beat the rest by a teeny weeny bit. The Beatles were plastered on every single square inch of the room. There was so much, I actually felt a little creeped out.
"H-how did you--" "All mine from when I was a teen. All real, all vintage." She finished. My mind blew at that exact moment. "No. Way." I said, mouth open. "Uh, yes way. Its all in front of you!" She declared.
This woman is the coolest person I've ever met.
"Where are your albums? I don't see any here..." I began. She grinned. "Getting a little excited, huh? The rest of it is all in the attic. But we'll go up once you get your clothes in the closet and take a rest."
"The rest? You mean there is more of this stuff?" I asked, dumbfounded.
She nodded.
"Now go on, unpack. I'll wake you before lunch do we can look at the attic." I smiled in agreement.
I stumbled to the bed while she closed the door behind me and began unpacking.
-time skip-
When I put in my last shirt in the closet, I flopped onto the pink bed, dead tired.
But before I slept, I thought to myself. I can't believe this woman is my grandmother.
With that, I was finally out like a light.
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