Creating Memories [💫] Cricky

° Coming Back Home °

"Elliott! Get up, Papa will come back home today!", Chris' mother hummed, softly tapping on the sleeping boy's side.

The boy had been beyond excited to see his father again, refusing to wear anything but the shirts he had of the band, getting his grandma to let him watch the videos of their shows uploaded by fans every morning while he ate breakfast.

Despite being only 5 years old, he absolutely loved everything his father and the band did. He would bang his head to the music, wear their merch, hum their songs when he was bathed and even decided that he would write stories about their songs when he started school.

He never grew up with a mother, only his father and his grandmother along with his uncles and aunts. Everyone else was just as much family to him, even if they weren't bound by blood. He would always ask Ricky or Ryan to practice playing the guitar with him, he would sit on Vinny's lap to clumsily play the drums or sing with his dad.

Needless to say, they were his heroes. That's why the brown haired boy nearly jumped out of his bed though he had been asleep mere seconds ago, blessed and simultaneously cursed with light sleep.

"Granny, granny, do you think Papa is excited to see us again?!", he asked, his wild, strong personality already showing in the earlierst morning hours.

"Of course he will be! I talked to him last night. He said he is very excited to see us again. He also said he would bring you a present from Europe!", she laughed, used to her grandson's energetic ways. Back when Chris had announced that his wife, Hannah was pregnant, she had been worried.

Would the child be alright in a life with a rockstar for a dad? During Elliott's birth, Hannah had experienced severe bleeding, dying at last, due to the doctor's failure to act in time. It had been a big shock to each of them, for the girl loved and appreciated by the entire family.

It had taken Chris two years to recover for the most part, and two years in addition for him to feel ready to love again. But during all this time, he had cared for and watched over his son more than ever. It was like he was glued to the boy, and while he had not felt ready to romantically love anyone, he had been sticking to his family and his son even more.

"Alright, lazy, I'll go downstairs now. If you're not fast enough with getting dressed, there won't be any scrambled egg left!", the granny exclaimed, giggling and walking out of the room.

Elliott yelled. "Just you wait, I'll eat it all!", jumping out of bed and opening his wardrobe. He decided he would wear a plain black shirt today, along with dark gray shorts as it was hot outside. Further, he looked for his favorite pair of socks, those which showed a skeleton's feet instead of just a simple pattern or a plain color.

Running around the corner of his door, he slid over the polished wooden floor of the hall and ran down the stairs. No, he would not miss out on scrambled egg.

Finally downstairs, he slid along the wooden flor yet again, then reaching the big, bright kitchen and saliva gathering in his mouth at the smell of fresh fruits, scrambled egg, warm bread and nutella. His granny always baked the bread herself, and breakfasts with her were destined to be good.

It was a sunny Sunday morning, the birds were happily singing outside. The house was quiet except for the sounds of Granny's radio playing old songs and the sizzling of the grease inside the pan.

Elliott's face nearly broke with how broad his grin was. He had not seen his Papa for nearly two months, and he would be home for the time until Warped Tour kicked off. Warped Tour would take place in his summer break, so he was allowed to come on tour with them! The boy's heart beat very fast at the thought of it.