"Keats we're home" I yelled walking in with my hands full
"Hey babe" he said grabbing some boxes and taking them to my room.
Once we had all the boxes in I started to unpack. Keats insisted on helping so I had my music on and we were dancing around while unpacking. When we were done I went to the living room and we played video games for the rest of the night.
When it was time for bed I couldn't sleep. I was on my phone and Keaton was on his. I stood up and he looked at me.
"Where ya going??"
"Can't sleep and I was thinking about going to write a little."
"Write what?"
"A sooooong"
"Oooooo can I help?"
"Of course babe"
"Let's do it on the balcony"
"Okay let me grab my book real quick"
We walked out to the balcony grabbing our guitars on the way. We sat out there and Keater Pan read through some songs.
"These are really good."
"Thanks I mean they are just some that I was messing around with when I was board"
"Well you should use them for something"
"Maybe, but right now I wanna write another one"
"Okay but can I ask what parking brakes' about?" (A/N: Let's just act like she wrote these Okayy? Okay.)
"Oh I was headed to a party and I was at our lake house so I wrote that one"
"Sing it for me?"
"Tomorrow?"
"Can I record it?"
"Will you sing with me it's supposed to be a duet"
"Anything for my girl"
"Okay now let's write"
I could tell by the way you kissed my head that day
There was something missing, something not the same
You were there, but you weren't, didn't care, didn't hurt at all
Said it was what it was, then you pulled me away again
I watched you fade away
But I turned away and closed my eyes
And prayed you'd come back
I told myself that it'd be fineI wish I could have just stayed in that place
When I said I needed time
I never even heard goodbyeIt was way too easy to do
the things you didBy the look on your face, I could tell there was no cares left
Almost wished you were fightin', screamin', and cryin',
butNot a drop not a tear, don't know how to feel, I am numb
When I watched you fade away
As I turned away and closed my eyes
And prayed you'd come back
And I told myself that it'd be okayI wish I could have just stayed in that place
When I said I needed time
I never even heard goodbyeI would try to hold on if I thought your mind could be changed
But I don't think It can when I feel like nothing's ever right
YOU ARE READING
We're Home
Ficțiune adolescențiMallorie was a 16 year old girl living in her family's lake house. She was content there. She had friends and it was her escape from family problems. Everything was fine until her parents came to get her. When they drag her back home what will happe...