Just a warning, this chapter was a little rushed. Sorry about that. I have been pushing myself to post at least one chapter every two days but its hard because school and theatre has got me really busy. But i posted anyway because i love you all :)
I am thinking that this story will be done in about Seven to Nine chapters. I think i want to push for Twenty all together.
~XOXO Caittie-Lynn
P.S. If you had any ideas for the characters then you could message me or put it in a review. I would love to hear other ideas!
D,D,D,D,D. "Jack, try playing another note please." Brax asked as he leaned over his pen and paper. We had gathered at his house and were focusing on writing songs. So far, we had nothing. "What about this. Deeper I go, the farther I fall. I missing you like crazy but you don't care at all."
"That sounds good. I guess." Rick said while tapping his drumsticks on Brax's bedpost. "Or maybe, The clocks hands are ticking, I think I'm going to fall. I missing you so much and you don't care at all?" Rick said while looking up.
"I don't know. I think I like your's." I said to Rick while sitting down. I looked up and saw Brax writing down the lyrics. I muttered the lyrics to myself and tried to think of another bar. "The sound of your voice has become my high, but there is poison in the way that you say goodbye." I said out loud while strumming my guitar. D, A, B, D….. "We sound like pussy's writing these types of songs."
"I don't know. I think it sounds fine. At least it isn't slow and we aren't crying while writing it." Tyler said while lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. "Fix my fix, stay away from me, relapse is in my mind, I think I need a drink. Flush out your love, shot after shot, whisky in my hand, Damn girl, your hot." He spilled out.
"God Tyler you are too white to be rapping like that." I joked.
"Wait! Repeat that Tyler." Brax said while trying to write down.
"Fuck I don't remember what I just said." Tyler sat up and looked at Brax. "Write faster."
"Don't write that down. It sucks ass." Rick said while trying not to laugh.
"That was pure genius." Tyler retorted. "You wish you could think up lyrics that good that fast." He stood up on the bed and then jumped off. "I am a genius."
"Right."
"Shut up."
"I only pray that you take your own advice and shut up. We cant take your white boy raps anymore." I said while standing up. Tyler hated when I stood up next to him, mostly because I towered over him. He especially hated it when we were arguing and I looked down on him. Tyler shrugged and stood up on the bed.
"What now Twin Tower."
"Guys, we need to concentrate." Brax spoke while he continued to write. "What about, How am I suppose to move on from you, when at the same time you want everything to do with me."
"How about not." Rick said.
"Damn it." He slammed the pen down and leaned back in his chair. "I hate this." He then laughed. "How about you guys write and I sing. Yeah, I like that idea."
"Not fucking way Brax." I sang while playing a couple of cords. "Besides, I think if we beg, we can get an audition for that bar across town."
"No, a bar? We are under aged." Brax asked with worry in his voice. "No way would we be allowed to do that."
"You obviously don't know us very much."
"I am interested in this house right here." I asked as I pointed to the picture that I got off of the internet. The real-estate agent looked at the picture and frowned.
"I'm sorry Mr. Mercer, but we sold that house."
"Seriousy? When?"
She scrunched her forehead and then walked back to her computer. She typed something in and frowned. "About four months ago." She then opened a drawer. "We have a couple of houses that are in the same price range."
"Four months ago? Really? Who bought it?" I asked while ignoring what she had just said.
"I'm sorry, but I am not allowed to give out that information."
I laughed. "Right of course." I shrugged and then continued. "Well, could you get me a couple of books. I would love to have plenty of new options." She handed me the notebook and I shook my head. "Price isn't an option. Could I took a look and some of your more expensive houses?"
She stared at me with suspicion and nodded. "Sure of course. I will be back in a second." She walked out of the office and I quickly ran to her computer. It was opened onto a Google page. "Shit" I muttered. She had exited out. I clicked on the history of her documents and clicked on the most recent. Luckily, the page popped up. I grabbed a piece of paper and pen and wrote down the information. "Henderson's, 412 Richmond Ave. November16th." I grabbed onto the paper and stuck it in my pocket, then excited out of the site. Nothing too interesting. Maybe I could find some other information somewhere else. Or maybe I just needed to be less jealous. I walked over to the chair and sat down. Maybe there was nothing wrong with them. I pulled out my phone and dialed Jack. The lady walked in and saw me on the phone. She smiled, put her hands up, and walked back out. After a couple of dial tones he picked up. "Hello?" His voice was low and he seemed like he had been sleeping.
"Jack? Its Jerry."
"Sup."
"Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to spend dinner tonight with Camille, the girls, and I?" I figured if I tried to spend more time with him, then we would grow closer and I would have nothing to be jealous of.
"I would, but I have band practice again. We are planning on spending all of today working."
"Right, of course."
"Sorry man, but we are having Brett and Kit over for dinner tomorrow night if you all wanted to join?"
I scrunched up my nose and stood up "Yeah, why not."
I invested most of my time in work when I was younger. It was my life. But as soon as I adopted Bobby and then Jeremiah, I knew that I had another calling. Being a mother. They were different, difficult, and dangerous. But I grew to love them just like they grew to love me. I was filled with such joy that it wasn't remotely difficult to adopt Angel and then Jack. They were my son's and I was their mother. I raised them.
Unfortunately, I have not seen Bobby in about three years, and Angel only stayed for five days before leaving again. Jeremiah lived across town with his wife and Jack still lives with me. I didn't like being alone but I wasn't about to admit it. I was lucky to still have Jack, but even he would be leaving soon. He had this dream about moving and becoming famous. He couldn't become famous in Detroit.
I loved these rare days when the dinner table was filled with happy faces. It was Jerry, Jerry's wife and kids, Jack, Jack's friends, and I. As much as I wished that my other two son's were here to enjoy the dinner with us I couldn't do anything about it.
I smiled as I mixed the homemade mashed potatoes and put them on the table next to the chicken and green bean casserole. "Dinner is ready." I called out.
The sweet faces of Daniela and Amelia appeared first as they took their seats. They were followed by Camille, Brett, and Kit. Jack and Jerry were the last to walk in. "Oh this looks great." Camille said as she took her seat.
"Thank you Camille. It is always nice to hear that." I sat down and laughed. "Especially since my boys don't tell me that anymore."
Everyone laughed and Jerry spoke up. "Mom, this dinner looks great."
"Gosh, I cant contain my excitement." Jack added in. They made me and the rest of the table laugh even harder.
"Well, dig in." I said. I looked around the table and set my sights on Brett and Kit. "So, Mr. Henderson."
"Please, call me Brett."
"Alright. So Brett, I wanted to thank you so much for helping Jack as school."
"Oh, its my pleasure. He is a very smart kid."
"Oh I know. It just takes so much to get him to actually do work."
Everyone laughed and Daniela decided to talk. "You are really pretty." She said while looking at Kit. She laughed and smiled at everyone, I could tell that she was a tad embarrassed.
"Why yes you are." I added to Daniela's statement. "How long have you and Jack been friends?" I asked while changing the subject.
Kit finished chewing her chicken and after she swallowed she answered. "We met a couple days after we moved here. We have been friends for about two months."
"And this is the first time you have invited her over?" I asked Jack.
"Sorry Ma." He laughed along with Jerry, who seemed to know what I was getting too.
"'Well, it's okay. You should invite her over more often. I think I could get used to seeing her around." Jerry continued to laugh at my embarrassing comment but I just shrugged it off. If Jack wasn't going to help himself, then I was going to have to help him. Besides, it wasn't that obvious to what I was getting at. I quickly looked over at Brett as he almost choked on his water. He began to cough loudly.
"Are you alright?" Jerry asked as he handed him his own water. "Here, you can drink mine since you finished yours." Brett took the water out of his hands and then drank it down. I could see Jerry eyeing down Brett as he drank his water. Along with that, Kit had a small look of disgust on her face. Strange.
"Sorry about that." He said.
"It's no problem dear."
In the words of Bobby Mercer...Asalamalakum
