Alice’s p.o.v
You know now that I think about it, I guess I was being extremely foolish to be freaking out so much. Ryan has definitely knocked some sense into me.
I feel so great knowing that Ryan is here with me. I guess I’m just worried about him meeting my parents.
My mom will be okay with meeting him, but my dad on the other hand is a different ball game.
I can already see the look of disappointment on his face. He’s never really approved of anyone I hung out with, not even my own band members.
He wanted to skin Elliott and Vincent alive when he met them. He called Trace and Mason nitwits within the first few seconds that he met them, and that was the only time he’s been around them.
They all wanted to say something back to him but they didn’t want to appear rude; I really wished they had something. I already know it, if my dad says one wrong thing about Ryan or to Ryan, all hell breaks loose.
Knowing Ryan, he will defend himself, as well as me.
It’s been about an hour since we left the airport; we had to stop by to pick up the rental car which took up most of our time.
But it isn’t a long drive from the airport to downtown Memphis, which is where our hotel is. I drove while Ryan picked the songs, well to be fair he clicks the songs I tell him to pick. ^.^
For the past minutes we’ve listened to Poison The Steps of Babel, A Breathing Holocaust, Scars on Scars, and Systematic Guillotine, which are all by Dawn of Ashes. Currently, we are listening to Try Honesty by Billy Talent.
“Forgive me father, why should you bother?
Try Honesty, Try Honesty.”
“Aren’t the lyrics just so fitting?” I quickly glance at Ryan before looking back on the road. Ryan laughed, and the song played until its end.
“Hey, what song is this?” he asked as a new song started playing. “Losing You by Dead By April,” I answered, recognizing the song in the first few seconds it came on.
“It’s pretty good,” he commented. I agreed and begin to lightly sing along with the song.
“Are we almost there? My ass is hurting from all this sitting,” Ryan said.
“Yea we are, but you know we’re going to be back in here after we check in.”
“Oh ya, how long is the drive to the cabin?”
“About another hour.”
“Seriously?!?”
I laughed at Ryan’s reaction.
“No it’s about 25 minutes away, your ass will be fine.”
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We got the hotel, checked in, got some strange looks from the hotel staff, dropped off our shit, looked out the window because we had a great view of the river, and headed back to the car.
We were about five minutes away from the cabin. Once we did arrive, we saw Trace and Elli setting on the porch steps.
Below the feet was a hairy blonde creature; a golden retriever who had to be Riley, Mas’ dog, if my memory is correct. Of course I remember, she’s knocked me down millions of time.
Every time my guard is down, or whenever I was leaning against something, she came along to tackle me to the ground. That dog is evil, but when she’s calm, she’s the sweetest thing you have ever seen.
