Adopted By A Rock Star

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Tanith's POV:
My alarm clock screamed its usually buzzing noise.

Not again

I fumbled around for the off switch, hoping to keep my eyes closed.

Eventually I found it and let myself start to drift off to sleep.

That didn't happen.

Instead of sleep, I was greeted with a rush of cold air.

My eyes shot open as my legs tucked up to my chest instinctively.

Brendon dropped the covers to the ground, smirking.

I groaned.

"Come on Tan, time to get up." He seemed a little too happy.

"Why?" I asked, still longing for sleep.

"Because we've gotta finis packing!" He said in his fake enthusiastic voice.

"Why can't we just stay here?"

He sighed. "Because there's not gonna be enough room for everyone." He sat on the edge of my bed as I sat up.

"By everyone do you mean that Pete's moving in?"

Brendon sighed again.
"Tan, she's not that bad. And besides Pete's busy with Patrick."

I smirk a little at the one.

"Its not her I have a problem with. Its her stupid stuck up, snobby-"

"Come on Tanith, your gonna be living with her. She's can't be that bad!"

I groaned again.

Brendon's girlfriend of four years decided that she wanted us to live together.

I don't have a problem with her. Julie is great. But that means we have to move. Granted, its not too far. Only a three hours. But still.

The best bit was that I'm gonna have to stay in the same house as Lilith.

Lilith would Julie's daughter, Ashlee.

"Come on, we've got some friends helping us pack. Their gone a be here any minute now."

That got my attention.

I sit up.

"Friends?" I ask curiously.

Brendon chuckles and leaves the room.

I moan and get up and get dressed.

Just black jeans, a random gray shirt and my dark blue hoodie. I put on my red converse and my black and gray snapback.

I tie my hair up and walk downstairs, still half asleep.

I can hear singing coming from the kitchen as I turn the corner.

I expect to see Brendon making toast or something like he usually does but instead I'm greeted with Dallon.

His back is to me as he flips the pancakes in the air, singing a Nirvana song.

Smells Like Teen Spirit.
More like burnt pancakes.

I feel myself smile a little.

Don't ask me what the lyrics are because if you know what they are your probably singing it wrong.

He starts singing louder as he flips the pancake, only just catching it.

I laugh as he puts the pancake onto the plate and turns around.

"Oh my god. Tanith. Your up before ten." A grin spreads across his face.

"That's ten bucks Brendon!"

A faint 'dammit!' Comes from the other room.

"And here I was thinking you were haply to see me." I smirk and cross my arms.

"I am, see? I made pancakes."

I shrug. "I'll take it."

He laughs and we do our handshake.

"I missed you, Dall"

(___...----+----...___)

The day went surprisingly well.

After breakfast Kenny arrived and helped us start packing up each room.

Dining room first, then the kitchen, living room, rumpus room and study. Then came the music room.

"Please!" I begged, falling to my knees, hands clasped in front of me.

He didn't look amused.

"Brendon I swear, I won't abuse it! I don't wanna go another day without having a music session!"

Brendon sighs. "Okay okay! One guitar!"

Kenny high fives me as I grab my acoustic off the wall and put it in my room.

After the music room, we packed up the bedrooms and loaded all the stuff into the van.

I sigh as the van leaves.
"So now what?"

"Now we order pizza"

"Hell yes!" I cheer and walk back inside with my dad and friends.

And that's how the last night was spent.

Pizza and Netflix on a laptop with the occasional song.

The last good night before I moved in with the devil and her mother.

Authors Note:
So, there it is. Chapter one. It does get better, I promise! Anyway, feedback is much welcomed.