Reviews :

Snake557 : Yeahhh unfortunately :(

Burgie : Yeah that's true! Gunner is a good guy that definitely knows how to take care... just a few certain things he could probably get good at tho xD

Jay Sketchin : Yeah Berri definitely has some maturing to do, in this situation. She eventually gets it tho!


Song Listened To :

Be The One by Cheat Codes ft. Kaskade


*Chapter 95*

Theo sat lounged in one of the few incredibly billowy studio chairs inside Gunner's home. Sat on the outskirts of the amazing, state of the art recording studio and music room, Theo's foot twitched to the beat of Berri's strums, her amazing electric guitar soaked every single edge of EZ Living, certain to rock the entire game to the core, even in the secrecy of Gunner's tucked away studio. Taking a small break from drumming, Theo thumbed on his phone as Wren, Gunner and Berri continued on. In strings of silence, in which Gunner cued their playing to cease so he could better give instruction, some time passed where there were instances of loud playing, followed by sweet soft patches of tender conversing, bouts of gentle laughter from Wren, Berri and Gunner, the group got on harmoniously, the way they jived was incredibly infectious. Although both Wren and Theo were incredibly happy for Gunner and Berri going public with their relationship, and taking steps into a sweet new deal, Theo cocked an eyebrow and would almost meanly take note of how many times Gunner would sweetly ease into Berri's presence, to squeeze her lower arm or hand, to tuck her lovely blue hair behind her ears, the stringy look of goo-goo eyes they couldn't stop volleying each other, Theo almost began to feel a sting, as if he wished the decision, for just who Berri paired off with, was his alone. He sank into himself and softly eyed his drum set, across the way, glistening and waiting to be used, though Theo bit his lip and wondered if the group would afford him five more minutes; he nervously tabbed up Turbo's name, on his phone, and almost began to regret meddling.

Greenbean : Hey, Turbo. I'm excited we all get to hang out this coming weekend. Sorry we couldn't get together yesterday, all these band meetings SOUND pointless up until we're actually inside of one, and then I realize this whole thing is larger than anything we've ever been apart of. We appreciate you being patient, but this coming weekend, we've blacked it out just so we can all hang out, no priorities. Also, really quick... I'm not positive if Berri has told you yet, but in any instance she maybe hasn't said anything, I'd much rather you find out through me instead of just through the media, or any paparazzi that happen to catch us, but... Gunner asked Berri to be his girlfriend last Friday. I realize I probably shouldn't be interjecting and delivering this information to you, but I didn't want you to be blindsided by it. Please don't tell Berri I told you, I guess if she happens to tell you, just... Maybe act surprised. I wanted you to know through her, or at least one of us, instead of the media. Putting myself in your shoes, if a girl I really liked suddenly got a boyfriend, and I found out through some silly internet article, I'd be pissed. Anyways, just lookin' out... We should hang out sometime, just us. Maybe have a guy day or something. Sorry for the huge text, we miss you.

Theo raised his eyebrows, inhaled a deep breath and quickly began to re-read everything that he had just typed. He swallowed hard and figured his logic was sound, he eyed Berri in contemplation and felt his heart sting with concern. He knew Gunner was definitely a catch, and was beyond capable of taking great care of Berri's heart, though somehow, deep down, he felt as if it were all backwards, and the advice he had so secretively given Berri, that one evening on EZ Living's lonely stage, just fell on deaf ears. He knew Berri was stubborn, and definitely marched to the beat of her own drum, though he wondered if maybe she'd see the reality of everything once the honeymoon phase died out, and the rose-colored sunglasses came off. With a grunt, he finally got to his bare feet, locked his phone, tucked it in his loose cargo shorts pocket and began to make his way back to his drum set. The second he came within fifteen feet of everyone, they kindly acknowledged him and requested his opinion on the few rounds of choruses they did without him. Trying his best to seem nonchalant, he gave his two cents and tried his hardest not to get way too invested in even the way Turbo felt about Berri; he wondered if he was maybe getting in too deep with the idea of their perfect love, though the idea of letting something so incredible just dry out and rot to waste had him itching in irritation.


Alone with Chester in his loft, Turbo softly hummed a note aloud and cued to Chester, who sat on his hind quarters, his ears perked, his noble disposition held taut to Turbo's gentle vocal coaching. Turbo blurt a small laugh the second Chester suddenly opened his mouth and uttered a hard noise, though Turbo bobbed a shrug of a nod, noting that said noise, that Chester emit, wasn't too far off of the right key. Turbo lovingly pat the broad of Chester's chest and finally soaked his hand to the side of Chester's jaw in a loving rub. Although Turbo's home was dimly lit and warmed from the tail ends of Sugar Rush's cold winter, his home was still alive with conversation, no matter how one sided it currently was.

"You're doing great, Chessy. I'm too nervous to add that strain of vocabulary coding, to your mainframe, in fear of, well..." Turbo cocked an eyebrow and peered up to Chester as he took a small step away and prepared to continue the lesson, "You then being able to talk nonsense. I think we need to nail actually being able to USE your voice before we dive into trying to talk."

Chester hummed a noise of boyish irritation as he sagged his ears and stiffened his neck, Turbo chuckled a little, in response, though perked up the second his phone emit a small chime, insinuating a text message. Turbo briefly part from Chester, eased into the lower level of his living room and picked up his phone. He smiled in cute curiosity the second he read Theo's name, though he furrowed his eyebrows in cold confusion the second the preview, for his message, carried on for so long that it trailed off in a small 'read more' grey area. Turbo urgently unlocked his phone and gave Theo's message his whole attention. As he came down the line, and as the news gently glossed over him in dread, his knees tenderly buckled, and in a slow fashion of defeat, his rear plopped to his couch underneath. Upon finishing Theo's whole message, he peered across his house and could see the golden glow in his eyes very slowly fade to that of a dimmed state of grey. He sagged his shoulders and felt his heart begin to break, the raw fact that Berri was now taken, he shut his eyes tight and exhaled a long, hot sigh through his nose. He peered back down to Theo's message and felt whole entire defeat course through him, a coldness he was not prepared for.

Chester eased a small whimper of a noise, as if to ask Turbo just what was wrong, and in the slow, sauntering, heavy clack of Chester's non-retractable claws, he almost nervously hung his head a few feet from Turbo's position. Typically a barreling ball of fluff that plowed into Turbo's gravity without any form of hesitation, Chester recognized the divide, here, and hovered in a gentle show of mature understanding. His blind eyes held tight to Turbo's positioning, his ears taut, his tight-lipped demeanor almost held a brotherly air, as if Chester would most certainly be asking who's head he had to tear from their shoulders. Turbo scoffed a soft noise of gentle anguish, squinted his gaze and finally peered to Chester in a roll of further defeat, though with said enormously heavy slump of defeat, it dug so deep into rock bottom that it suddenly reverberated off the core of the planet and thus began to sky rocket, with no where else to go but up. Turbo raised his eyebrows in the roll of heat, and with such a weird rollercoaster of emotions, Turbo suddenly stood up, peered out his massive sprawl of windows and glared down into the city. He shook his head, grappled his phone and began to slowly press closer to the glass.

"I have to win this, Chester," Turbo revealed quietly, to which Chester perked up and slowly began to ease into Turbo's presence a little tighter, and with this he finally hovered behind Turbo's left side and carefully listened. Turbo sagged his right hand to the glass of his windows, he overlooked his incredible city, something of which was now properly beckoning him, it begged him to dive in head first, for now he had a solid reason to. Turbo heaved a shaky sigh and shook his head, "I... I can't just sit back and let Gunner sweep that incredible woman away before I can."

Chester huffed a small noise, as if to cheekily agree with him, and much to Turbo's surprise, Chester flattened his ears and lovingly nudged his snout into Turbo's left wrist, which still held his unlocked phone. Turbo peered down to Chester's snout, and his own hand, and as Chester urgently began to nudge Turbo's wrist a little harder, it became clear to Turbo what Chester was insinuating. Chester whimpered a small noise and finally was successful in getting Turbo to hold his phone a little bit higher up his body, and with such, Turbo finally eased his finger to his touch screen display and splayed to his and Berri's text conversation, which had been left dead, for days. As the golden glow came rushing back to him, he inhaled a deep breath through his nose, thumbed to Berri's contact information, and with a firm press, he cued up a phone call with Berri, the blood in his veins shot about with the new, reclaimed energy of a thousand suns.


"Bear, you're so sweet," Gunner kindly pressed, though he gave Berri an apologetic look, narrowed his gaze and desperately tried to deliver his words, to her, as cautiously as he possibly could, "Y-Your mic is picking up all that singing you're doing, over there, love..."

"I-I'm sorry, I can't help myself," Berri eased sheepishly as she shrugged her shoulders and held her beautiful, brand new cerulean blue electric guitar to her body; something she got to perfectly match her hair and be a cohesive item on stage. Berri bashfully tucked her hair behind her ear and looked off in a further show of mild embarrassment, "Keep my mouth shut, got it..."

"Your voice is incredibly beautiful, babe, y'just..." Gunner gestured his hand in tender concern, though Berri urgently nodded.

"No, I know, I-I'm sorry," Berri staggered with a renewed smile, "Let's... Start from the top, then."

"Okay," Gunner eased, he gently switched his attention to Wren and began to give light instruction to him, though with a roll of silence amidst a gentle, tinkering tune of Berri's phone, everyone peered to her in whole curiosity. Gunner cocked an eyebrow and tried his very hardest not to give Berri an authoritative look, "Bear, uh... Phones are supposed to be silenced in the studio."

"It IS silenced, what the heck?" Berri choked in irritation, though she urgently grappled her phone, from her pocket, and felt her heart do a sudden jolt-like dance move, the raw fact of just who was calling her. All at once, she shot her attention to Gunner and felt compelled to answer Turbo's call, even though they were practicing. She gave Gunner an apologetic look, showed Gunner the screen and grimaced a little, "I-It's... It's Turbo. This could be important, I really need to take this."

"...W-Wow, THE Turbo is calling you?" Gunner staggered in a switch up of nearly terrified delight.

"I-I mean, he's one of my dad's right hand men, I-I really shouldn't let this go to voicemail," Berri urged, though she could see Wren cock an eyebrow in her peripheral and shoot her a cheeky grin, though the look on Theo's face was more washed with terrified, hot realization.

"O-Okay, but hurry," Gunner urged politely as Berri shlepped her guitar to it's stand, as tenderly as she could, answered Turbo's phone call, so it wouldn't end, and urgently shuffled out of the studio.

Once she was alone in the long corridor from Gunner's studio, to the main part of his home, she eased maybe ten feet away from the now closed door and gingerly held her phone up to her ear, "Hey Bo, what's going on?"

"Berri, hey, I-I... I-I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Turbo staggered in smiling, weird newness. He cleared his throat in aggressive irritation, towards himself, and tried his hardest to get it down from that high-pitched gloss of terror, jealousy, urgency and excitement it was seemingly stuck in.

"No, no, I was able to sneak away for a second," Berri almost whispered, she beamed a bashful smile down to her feet and felt her heart soften, Turbo's warm reminder that he was her quiet, safe spot, she reached up and grappled the guitar pick on her sternum out of habit.

"Oh, I won't keep you for long, I just..." Turbo grappled the hair on his forehead as he now urgently paced his whole living space, Chester almost playfully held tight to his heels and dared to nip at them, a bit of a herding instinct somehow dug deep into his brain. Turbo hissed Chester a cheeky notion as he whirled around, though Berri blurt a cute giggle and narrowed her gaze, she could tell both boys were having fun.

"Chester's staying out of your cabinets, right?" Berri wondered in quiet, cheeky authority, towards Chester; Turbo blurt a laugh, his handsome smile largely broadened.

"Ohh, for now," Turbo volleyed in cuteness, though he sagged his shoulders and heaved a shaky sigh, "Bear, I just... I w-wanted to call and assure that we were hanging out this weekend. I know Wren told me you guys planned to come over this Saturday and Sunday, but I just wanted to make sure of it. I asked Zed for the weekend off, of work, so... I wanted to make sure it wasn't in vain."

"Yeah, Bo, we'll definitely be there, I've already told Gunner that we're busy inside Sugar Rush, he understands," Berri almost whispered as she nervously looked over her shoulder and prayed that Gunner, Wren and Theo would stay inside the studio for the duration of their phone call, "How come? Are you nervous? We're not going to bail on you, Bo, I promise. I-I'm really sorry our schedules sort of aren't lining up, like we wanted..."

"N-No, I'm not nervous you're not going to come, I just... I guess I was just wondering if you guys were going to go to Sugarbucks at all," Turbo wondered shakily, he held his forehead and almost couldn't believe this conversation was happening, he was entirely certain it'd blindside Berri like a bullet train in the night.

"Sure, you want me to grab you something before we head over?" Berri wondered tenderly, the unassuming tone in her voice had Turbo's stomach clenching, "You'd just like me to get your regular, then?"

Turbo inhaled a long, shaky breath, peered out to Orion City, far across his loft, and held his breath. He finally exhaled said breath and finalized his destiny, inside said exhale and the lull of defeat his closed eyes now delivered, "... I was wondering if you were going to go to Sugarbucks because, well... I want to go with."

Berri furrowed her eyebrows in a roll of confusion, the words hit her square between the eyes, so hard that she barely even comprehended that Turbo was speaking English. She shook her head, huffed a few notions of muttering, girly confusion, beamed a curious smile down the long, quiet corridor and crossed her arm over her body in the tuck of also holding her phone to her ear.

"I-I'm sorry, I stroked out," Berri rushed in a quiet, smiling fluster, "Y-You... You what now?"

"I want to go with," Turbo confidently repeated as he reopened his eyes and felt his heart burst alive with purpose, he held his breath and felt determination now soak him, something that he had never felt before, in this aspect. He inhaled yet another trembling breath and finally blurt a small chuckle as Berri eased a surprised giggle, in return, "I-I'm gunna need a push, but... I want to come with you guys. It'll be a fun first outing, for me, yeah?"

"You KIDDING?" Berri blurt, she tried to remain as quiet as she could, her heart began to thud in whole anticipation, how desperately she wished it was now Saturday afternoon, how desperately she wanted to tear from EZ Living and throw Turbo a huge hug of pride, she shook her head in continued disbelief and long blinked in a wash of surprise, "Th-that'd be GREAT! I'm holding you to it, Sir Turbo Black."

"Yes ma'am," Turbo huffed in shaky, smiling release as he sagged his shoulders, he shut his eyes and almost dreaded just what he had gotten himself into, "Sorry to bug you, I figured I'd call and ask instead of, I don't know... Misconstrued text messages."

"No, it's okay, I... I needed a small break, anyways," Berri sighed in relief as she now leaned against the corridor's wall and looked up in girly desire, "I'll text you once I'm home and I can come grab Chester from you."

"Sure thing," Turbo concluded, they both could practically hear each other beaming from ear to ear. Turbo lulled his eye contact down to his bare feet, "I'll see you tonight."

"Okay, Bo," Berri's sweet voice eased in a whole amount of warmth, and as the two said their tender goodbyes, Berri hung up the call and peered down to her phone screen in aimless bewilderment.

She cocked an eyebrow and peered back to the studio door in a roll of solid confusion. She furrowed her eyebrows and smiled, a dorky smile she now refused to wipe from her face, and although she was eager to get back inside and continue practicing, she closed her eyes softly, sat back and began to fill her brain with every single last second this coming Saturday had to offer. Berri begged the universe that Turbo wouldn't back down from this extraordinary task, she begged that he'd puff his chest and follow through with this insanely huge step forward, and with this small nugget of hope, she held her guitar pick and wondered if maybe, just maybe, he'd eventually be brave enough to attend her shows. She felt her heart dance in a flutter of now entire confusion, the whole reason she was keeping any romantic feelings of Turbo at arms length was due to him needing to overcome obstacles in his life, first and foremost, and though she soaked in her mother's wise words of him needing to accomplish said tasks on his own, Berri wondered if Turbo needed her, in this venture. She knew she was not one to ever dare to leave Turbo hanging, though the very thought of Turbo's and Gunner's paths crossing, eventually, had Berri's stomach now forever clenched in a draw of impending fear, fear that could so easily be realized a lot sooner than she maybe expected.