Love Won't Last Forever (Sequel to FWLF)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Kellins POV

 

Flights are so tiring, especially when they’re delayed. Stuck in a small seat that you don’t fit in beside some person who either smells, talks to you too much, or sleeps on you, it’s a long flight. Not to mention the awfully small bathrooms. I had just gotten off the plane and was waiting for Michelle to come pick me up. I had been here for about 10 minutes now and she should be here soon since I was just talking to her on the phone. While I was waiting for her I decided to call Justin and make sure he knew I landed safely.

“How long are you there for to record?” He asked me

“Don’t know, Kenna thinks a week but it could go long. At most a month but probably not even that. I’ll call you back when I find out more info” I replied to him. Although he was talking I wasn’t really into the conversation, mainly because a girl was waving at me smiling. She must be Michelle.

“Gotta go Just, call you later. Bye babe” I hung up and she walked towards me with a smile on her face.

“Kellin! I’m Michelle” She introduced herself and shook my hand firmly. “Come come, we need to get to the recording studio quickly.” She urged me and pulled me in the direction to the car. She started talking quickly so I decided to tune her out, I’d find out the details from the band when I meet them. Speaking of that, I probably should have googled their names at least because I honestly have no clue whom they are. I don’t know if there’s any girl or boys or what not. All I know is the name and the song I’m featured on is called ‘King for a Day’.

“The boys are all so excited to meet you!” she exclaimed loudly, knocking me out of my thoughts. So they’re all boys, okay. I looked outside and watching the trees pass by me and the scenery. I don’t know what to expect. It gave me a sickening feeling in my gut being back here. My fathers place was still here and i actually inheritade it, i guess i could have stayed there but i didnt really want to go anywhere near that place. Too many horrible memories that i cant scrape from my mind. I kinda wish I could just stay home with Justin and write songs for our new record that we want to produce. But I know it’s also a good thing to be featured on another song so, I can’t complain really.

The car stopped outside of what looked like a very nice studio with a suit on top of it. I got out and grabbed my suit cases with me. She said they have a spare room in the studio for me to stay in so I figured why not, don’t have to spend too much money then. I followed behind her and she opened the door, ushering me in. I heard laughing coming from down the hallway and it made me a bit nervous. I’ve never been that good at meeting new people, but I guess I am much better than I was. Michelle smiled at me again, goodness she never stops smiling.

“Your room is at the end of the hall” she pointed, the same direction the laughing was coming from. I nodded and gave her a smile, trying to cover up the fact about how nervous I felt. I grabbed my items and made my way down the hallway. The door was closed to the room where people were laughing; my bedroom was 2 doors over. I opened it up and was greeted by a nicely organized room. The bed was made and there was a desk with nothing on it so I could put my laptop there. Around the room there were things such as decorations, chairs, tables, etc. There was a door leading to a bathroom which I soon found out was the room beside mine. I decided I’d unpack my things later and go meet the band already, it was chewing me up inside. I walked out, turning the lights off to my room, and walked to the door where the laughter came from earlier. The door was now opened a bit and I could hear Michelle’s voice.

“Where is he? Upstairs? Why is he so upset about this? Anyways, you guys be nice to him alright guys? His da-“ Seriously? She was going to tell them about my dad. I opened the door, forcing her to stop her sentence. I don’t want these guys thinking I’m upset about my dad’s death and I defiantly don’t want sympathy over something I have no emotion about. I scanned the room looking at the people who were sitting there. There were 2 boys, both were covered in tattoos. One looked solidly familiar. Wait a minute…