Lying on the floor of her room, Ava stared at the ceiling. It was pretty on a good day. Sky blue in color with scattered painted clouds and here and there. She had her mother to thank for that. But ever since what happened. Everything was so bland, but at least it was easier on the eyes. She hadn't been getting much sleep. And she couldn't bring herself to watch Wet Side Story.

Reminded her too much of Brady.

Looking at a watch on her wrist, she counted the seconds until her mother visited again. Ava's mother was frightened by her daughter's sudden depression. She was supposed to be bubbly, singing, and surfing; that's why she had brought her back. She just wanted her daughter back. It was much like a Deja-Vu, this was exactly how she was acting in Ohio.

The door being pushed open, interrupted Ava's counting as she looked up to her mother's face. Managing a small smile, but Mom shook her head. Pulling Ava up onto her knees. She stared into her life's eyes. They were so dull, red bolts stretching to her dark blue orbs. Darkness shading the area under her eyes. An idea getting into her mind, she grabbed Ava's forearms and grinned.

"Ava, darling, you need some lightening up. Your skin, it's paler than my own!" Pausing, she giggled nervously. "Well not quite." Ava rolled her eyes, laughing at her mother's antics.

"Yeah, okay, mom, but what am I supposed to do about it." She asked, her voice slightly hoarse. She'd also refused talking until now. Grabbing a cup of water, Ava's mother placed it in her hands. In a matter of seconds, Ava chugged it down, her vocal chords feeling more at ease. "Oh. Thanks, mom." She said putting the cup on a dresser.

"Okay, Avie! Want to hear mother's million dollar idea?" She asked with a grin. Ava sighed, laughing lightly, before waving a hand. "Yeah, sure." Mum placed her hands on her own lap neatening the wrinkles in her long blue dress. Smiling sweetly, she gestured out the door.

"You should write a song! Oh, you know I always told you, you had a great singing voice, absolutely musical worthy-"

"Okay, okay, mom! What's the occasion?" Ava asked, smiling genuinely.

"I want you to be rid of all the upsets that are over taking your mind, my dear. All of it. Whether it be boys, time, school! Just… Write it out. I wanna hear it all." Ava stared at her mom, slightly confused by her sudden caring and huffed a laugh. Even if she did hate surfing, most of Ava's friends, and being messy, she loved Ava. Nodding, Ava pulled her mother up from the ground. "You've got a point, mom. Let's go... Write a hurt song." She mused walking out of the room with her mom happily following.

Now in the studio room of the basement, Ava stood with her mom looking at all equipment, she used to use. Mum ran over to a machine on one part of the room and turned on all the mics and computers. "Come now, come now. I can't wait to hear what you come up with!" Her mother gushed, fixing the mic stand. Ava grabbed an acoustic and glanced at her mom. Sitting in a chair she strummed a chord. Sitting beside her daughter, Mum, placed her hands neatly under chin.

I always seem to forget about things that are important. For example, this story. I apologize for not updating in months, I had lost my Chromebook due to the school withholding it. Anyway, the song will be in the next chapter. It's a parody of R5's On my Own.