Rockabye (Sequel to Attention, A Kavi Fanfic)

Chapter Five: Somebody That I Used To Know

I woke up, lying right next to Elliot, my eyes crusted with tears. Elliot opened his eyes as well, his emerald lakes melting into my hazel eyes, as he whispered tiredly, "Who wath that man lath night?"

     "N-nobody, sweetie. He's just someone that I know from...Texas," I stammered, my palms sweating a bit.

I obviously didn't tell Elliot any of my Pentatonix history...yeah I told him that I had four good friends, Scott, Mitch, Kevin, and Esther (I didn't tell him a thing about Avi...not a thing), but I never showed him any pictures, in fear that'd he search them up, and then find me. But, I did tell him of good, old Texas, and I did tell him, that one day he will see his grandparents...not anytime s**n however.

     "Oh!" Elliot nodded thoughtfully, his head bouncing up and down in agreement.

     He yawned, stretching his itty bitty arms, as he got up, dashing into the living room. I sighed tiredly, getting up as well, following him.

     I headed over to the kitchen, grabbing a Dora the Explorer mug, grinning, "Now, who wants some good, ole chocolate milk?"
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     I rolled my eyes, as the TV continued to play some Pentatonix songs. Why was it that finally that I was gone, Pentatonix was actually played on every single radio station galore?

     Currently, they were playing one of their newer songs (by newer, I mean without me, but still from six years ago), a song by the name of Attention by Charlie Puth. And I, unknowingly, was humming along the harmony my voice would add, if I were still in the band, that is. I guess you could say, you could take the girl out of Pentatonix, but you can't take Pentatonix out of the girl. Something like that, to say the least.

     So I stood, mixing drinks and humming, most likely even singing along with them, because s**n afterwards, I heard an applause from the customers.

     "You should join Pentatonix!" A younger-looking guy joked, as I simply shook my head, laughing.

     "Me...join an acappella group? I can barely sing," I just said in response, as everyone shook their heads.

     On the inside, however, I giggled, thinking if only they knew. Too bad, they can't. For it would be bad for me, that is.

The radio continued to play Pentatonix music, as I sang with them. It was a usual habit, a bad habit, for sure. A habit that begun ever since I first worked at this place. But the customers loved it. And I secretly loved it, too, since I loved to sing. Obviously. So, at least, that part of me wasn't gone.

Eventually, the sun was setting, the glowing shades of brilliant reds and oranges cascading through the dewy glass windows.

Although it was a Saturday, most of the customers were gone, yet there were still few people coming in.

Can't Sleep Love was blasting through the speakers, as Avi's bass line grew surprisingly louder than ever. I knelt down, snatching a few glasses from the cupboard, as I asked the hooded man sitting in front of me, "Hi, what would you like to drink?"

His low tone chuckled, as he rumbled, "Shouldn't you already know?"

Which caused me to clench my fists, standing up to find Avi Kaplan lounging on the stool, taking his hood off.

"What the heck do you think you're doing here?" I crossed my arms, as he gave me a funny look.

"You should know that too. I want to see my son," he commented, as I tapped my foot furiously.