Future

Chapter 2

*Rocky's POV *

My legs were aching as I double timed it to the music centre. I knew that Lexi had unlimited access and always went there when she was upset. Or happy. Or excited. Okay so she went there a lot. I picked up her scent, I'm no Chase but it's hard to forget the scent of the person that raised you.
"Oh I've gotta stop running so fast." I groaned as I slowed to a walk, looking for the blonde haired girl. Sure enough, she was sat in one of the many rooms at a piano. I scratched the heavy door, gaining her attention. She walked over and opened the door, letting me inside. I didn't ask her about what happened at home but instead what she was doing.
"Just trying something out." She shrugged.
"Ooo What?" I Said, enthusiastically.
"A piano cover of 'new rules'."
"Go on then." I smiled. She laughed and picked me up, placing me on top of the instrument. She sat on the stool and traced the keys with her fingertips before beginning to play. She played a few notes before singing.

"Talking in my sleep at night making myself crazy.
Out of my mind, out of my mind.
Wrote it down and read it out, hoping it would save me.
Too many times, too many times.

But oh-o, he makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else.
But my love, he doesn't love me so I tell myself, I tell myself.

One: don't pick up the phone, you know he only calling cause he's drunk and alone.
Two: don't let him in, you'll have to kick him out again.
Three: don't be his friend, you know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning.
If your under him, you ain't getting over him.
I got new rules I count 'em." She opened her eyes and looked at me. I stared back at her, my mouth agape.
"Only you can turn a pop song classy." I complimented.
"Thanks." She scratched me behind the ear and grabbed her bag.
"Feeling better?" I asked, jumping down by her feet.
"Yeah. I guess I did kinda overreact." She mumbled.
"No you didn't, he should've told you. But I do think you should talk to him about it."
"Who'd of thought I'd be taking relationship advice from you?" She laughed.
"Well, mother dear, I do know some things." I smirked.
"Don't push it mister." She playfully glared. She hated being called 'mother'. 'Mum' was ok - me and Chase got away with that, but 'mother' she thought made her sound old. I scampered after her, both of us happily laughing the whole way home.