It Started With Hello

Chapter 5- Meet the Band

AN: Matthew Kennedy to the side.

Arabella-

I put my diary back on the bookshelf with all the others. I can't believe Noah and Uncle Simon Both forgot I was coming home. Uncle Simon I can believe, but Noah?

"Be.beep" my laptop beeps alerting me of a Skype call I look at the name Matthnerd otherwise known as Matty or Matthew my older brother.

"Bella!" He greets happily.

"Matty!" I mimic his excitement as a response to his greeting. "How are you?"

"Doing fine baby sis." Matty answers. "How's it in London?"

"Cold with lots of snow." I answer I turn the laptop screen to the balcony window. Where white covers everything.

"Whoa." He answers. "Makes me kinda miss home."

"I guess it beats a 90 degree Christmas." I agree with him. "How are the photos coming?" I ask him that's his other major. Photography. "Going well I hope."

"Yeah, I just need a few live shots. And nature shots."

"That's good right?" I ask him

"Yeah, it means that I'll be home to see you for Christmas."

"Matty are you serious?!" I exclaim

"Never been more serious in my life." He confirms.

"Then you need to finish up so I can see you in person." I tell him.

"I might be able to get across the pond sooner if I had some people to photograph."

"I can spare some time for you. I'm sure the Caswell kids can too."

"What's Uncle Simon up to these days?"

"I haven't seen him yet. I assume he's been working. He's got clients staying over." I tell him. Matty nods and looks at me to continue. "And I may have freaked out when I found one of them sleeping in my bedroom this morning."

"Everyone's okay though, right?" He asks me, "You didn't hurt anyone right? I know how you get."

"Everyone's fine. I think I just scared him a bit. Especially after he read my diary." Matty gives me a look when I said he, but says nothing.

"I'll talk to my professors, if they agree I'll be on the next plane to Uncle Simon's" Matty promises me, "Look, I gotta go, I love you sis."

"Love you too Matty." I answer as the screen goes black. I pull up Matty's calendar. If the professors let him out, then he could be on his ways in three days. Otherwise, I won't see him until I go on spring break. That would only be if Uncle Simon doesn't bring me back here. I walk out of my room and to the one directly right of it. The door is wide open, but I knock anyway. The boy looks up.

"Hi," I greet cautiously.

"Hey," he answers. He puts down his notebook, "look, I'm really sorry."

"Me too. That room, my journal they're both really precious to me." I begin to explain, "It's the only part of here that feels like home to me."

"Where are you from?" He asks curiously.

"Switzerland." I answer. "What are you reading?"

"Writing actually." He corrects, "And it's just my lyric book." He answers, "Management wants us to write some of our own songs. For a while at least."

"Arabella, come down to the kitchen please." My uncle calls up to me.

"I'm so sorry I snapped at you," I apologize again. "And I would love to stay and chat, but my Uncle Simon wants me. I'll see you around though." I quickly slip out of his room and head down the back stairs to the kitchen.