My apartment was more depressing than ever, and I sighed as I fell face first on the couch. It felt like I was back where I used to be, in a bad situation. But I wasn't, and I had to remember that. I would see Patty again in just days and I would finally get out of here.
Everything about my apartment made me sick. I couldn't take in all of its smells, the view from the window, or the furniture without getting upset.
I eventually got up off the couch, grabbing my favorite guitar off of its wall mount. I mindlessly played several As It Is songs, which only made me more down.
As I finished "Concrete", I put the guitar down so I could start packing.
I had plenty time, but I just couldn't wait. I figured it would get my mind off of everything, anyway.
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I woke up and rolled over to see a dark sky outside.
I silently groaned to myself and rubbed my tired eyes. I had barely got any packing done and took a nap instead.
My phone lit up just as I reached over to grab it.
From: Patty💖 8:00 pm
we just landed! :)
From: Patty💖 8:30 pm
i miss you a lot :(
From: Patty💖 9:00 pm
is everything ok?
From: Patty💖 9:30 pm
brandy?
To: Patty💖 9:30 pm
fuck im sorry babe. i just woke up. i tried to pack but i'm too sad rn :(
read at 9:31 pm
A few minutes passed, and he didn't answer. I grew more and more worried, but decided to once again try to pack, this time into early hours of the morning.
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I had my whole bedroom, kitchen, and living room packed and laid down for a much needed nap. However, I still hadn't got a text back from Patty.
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It appears a "nap" was more than I needed, as I found myself once again waking up late once again. I checked my phone and groaned when I saw it read 10:30 pm. I also hadn't gotten a text from Patty, which was becoming more concerning.
As I walked out of my room, there was a knock on my door followed by a deep voice.
"Delivery for Brandy," The voice said. It was slightly familiar, but I still couldn't recognize it.
I hesitated before pulling the door open slowly.
"I'm not expecting anything," I said in a confused tone.
"I know," Patty giggled.
I practically jumped into his arms, a huge smile growing on both of our faces.
"I was worried sick all day," I laughed.
"Sorry about that," he grinned. "I left and caught the earliest flight I could."
"I love you," I smiled.
"I love you too," he said, lifting me up and carrying me over the threshold bridal style.
"Wait," I laughed, "How'd you find my apartment?"
"Regan," he smiled.
"Y'all are always hiding stuff from me," I joked and hit his arm playfully.
"Damn, you almost finished packing," he said, looking around my apartment.
"There's not much to pack," I shrugged. "I live a simple life."
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Here I Am Again || a Patty Walters Fic
Fanfiction•Brandy is a guitar teacher and a music fanatic. Her favorite band is As It Is and she dreams of meeting them someday. She finally meets the band and instantly clicks with them, especially with their charismatic lead singer. She starts to fall for h...
