home is where my love is -sunset curve x reader-

one- sunset swerve

(A/N- This will vaguely follow the plot but I won't be putting all dialogue in here)

I run out of the class trying to hold in my tears.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" My best friend Flynn calls out to me from the hallway.

"Leave me alone Flynn!" Tears fall down my face and onto my t-shirt. I can't stop crying.

"(Y/N)?" She pushes.

"I have to go Flynn."

"But Y-" I run away before she can convince me to stay. She has a way to do that sort of thing and I just can't handle that right now.

That was my last chance to stay in music. My last connection with mom. How am I going to tell Dad?

(Time skip)

Once Dad leaves to get Carlos or whatever he said- I wasn't really paying attention- I go outside. He asked me to clean out mom's studio. Tia says that moving out is moving on. Whatever that is supposed to mean. It's as if she thinks we're going to just forget Mom because we aren't living here. I can't just leave her behind.

I open the door to Mom's studio and am immediately drawn to the piano. I haven't played since mom died last year. While music is very important to me and the only thing I have left connecting me to mom I just can't bring myself to play. Music isn't worth making if it isn't with her.

"I'm sorry Mom. I tried to play today, I did. I just couldn't," I wipe a stray tear from my cheek and look around at the studio. Every instruments brings back memories of Saturday lessons. All the lights remind me of watching her string them one by one. My dad following underneath, worried she may fall or get hurt. 'Careful, hermosa, we don't need you falling!' 'Oh, hush, I'll do nothing of the sort.' Everything is her. "I miss you so much."

I pull off the sheet that's covering the piano and see music sitting on the bench. Quickly, I put it on top of the piano and turn the other way.

I might as well get started. I sigh. The loft seems like a good place to start.

At the top of the ladder I see the old instruments that dad was talking about. When we moved in Mom convinced Dad to let us keep them. I see a keyboard, drum set, bass and guitar. Along with the guitar by the couch downstairs that makes two guitars. If only I had enough friends to need this many instruments. I laugh to myself.

Something to my right catches my eye. A box filled with things and a shiny CD.

SUNSET CURVE

I wonder who this is. I grab the CD and put it in the CD player.

Some electric guitar plays followed by drums and bass.

1, 2, 3, Take off, last stop
Countdown till we blast open the top
Face first, full char-

A loud noise fills my ears. Almost like screaming?

"AHHHH!" A couple loud voices yell. Definitely screaming. I cover my ears and close my eyes trying to block it out. The rock music plays faintly in the background.

I hear a loud thump and open my eyes in surprise. Three boys stand in front of me. One to my right is wearing a pink hoodie and a fanny pack while the one in the middle has on a white muscle shirt and a hoodie, also ripped to look like a muscle shirt. The third one turns around and I see he's wearing a white tee with a leather jacket and a flannel wrapped around his waist. They're pretty cute. I think. Then I snap back into reality. THERE ARE THREE RANDOM PEOPLE IN MY HOUSE!

I scream and they join in just as terrified by me. I run out of the studio and to my porch. When I reach the door I freeze and listen for footsteps. They don't seem to be following me. I slowly walk back to the studio and cautiously open the door. The guitar by the couch seems to be a good weapon so I run in and grab it.