Muse (Pt. 2)

Tired Boy

I felt the tiredness curse through my body as I found myself being awakened. A groan escaped my throat as I was clearly annoyed.

"Rise and shine!" Pete's quiet voice interrupted my snoozing.

My blanket was ripped off from my grasp. The ac from the hotel room stabbed my warm body.

I pleaded for the blanket.

"Your dad won't leave me alone until you help me with some lyrics, so get your lazy ass up and meet me in the lobby," he turned around to walk out the room.

"This is so unfair!" I shout.

"Now you know how I felt when you woke me up. Pete-1. Carter-none!"

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at the door so he could get out. "You're such A NERD!"

His fit of laughter echoed away as he left the hotel room.

With all the courage I had I got up and went to my suitcase to change into whatever I could find.

My hands grabbed some Levi's jeans I got at the men's section at Goodwill. I looked through my shirts and picked an oversized black long sleeve shirt to tuck into my jeans.

I grabbed my wallet and keys and stuffed them in my dads small backpack. I rummaged through it to see if he had his journal in it. I unplugged my phone from its charger and slipped it into my back pocket.

Before I left I made sure to brush my teeth and at least smelt good. I grabbed the bag and the room card and left.

I had noticed the body guard assigned to me was at the wrong door waiting. I walked over to the guy and politely smiled.

"Umm Justin? I'm Carter."

His cheeks turned a shade of red as he realized he really was at the wrong door. Could you imagine if the guests in there walked out?

"Right sorry," he cleared his throat and followed me to the lobby. Over the years on traveling with my dad, I never got used to having a body guard.

It was very crucial and well mandatory I had a body guard when I travelled with them. They didn't want an accident happening like last time.

"Uh dad I'm exiting the terminal right now," I laughed and looked for my duffel bag.

I noticed a crowd gather near the exit.

"It's Patrick's kid! He must be here or Pete is here!" I heard some of the commotion.

I grabbed my navy blue duffel bag that hag a bright red tag on it with my name. I tried to calmly walk out while still maintaining a conversation with my dad.

"Uh I'm outside the terminal, I don't see the limo."

I was shoved abruptly. Not failing or anything but my phone was no where in sight. I didn't hear it smack on the concrete floor.

I noticed it in the hands of teenage girl completely gushing over on the phone. I tried to get my phone back but she ignored me completely.

"Security!" I yelled desperately trying to get my phone back. She looked at me and smirked before letting the phone out of her grip and dropping it.

She walked off as soon as a security guard had appeared. I frowned as I picked up my most likely shattered phone.

"Dad?"

I heard speak but most of it was muffled.

"I have to report this so give me a few minutes to call back."

I hung up and followed the guard to their station to file a report.

It was quiet and comforting in their small place.

"Uh well Pete lets take a look at what we are dealing with," I took out my dad journal and opened it to where his pen was.

We both skimmed the page to get a sense of what my dad was looking for. He sighed and looked to see if if Justin had retrieved our coffees.

I grabbed the ballpoint pen and scribbled a few words that could work out on my notebook.

Nothing to jazzy screamed at me to continue with the same words he wrote. I'd have to find an other way to at least incorporate them in later.

"I'm too tired for this," I groaned.

Pete chuckled, "well the more tired you are the more creative you get."

I snickered and saw my coffee slide against the smooth table. I smiled at Justin and thanked him before he left to seat somewhere else. Pete took his cup and immediately drank from it.

"This is some good coffee," he took an other sip.

I only nodded in agreement and kept finding words to put in lines.

Somehow I needed up thinking of Tyler again. Tyler lead to other things. But most of all it lead to Tate.

It sadden m so much it probably could make me panic at anytime if I thought about too long.

Of course there was never a too long for me anymore.