𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐈𝐃 ᵐᵃʸˡᵒʳ

♛ .𝟏𝟓. ♛

I chuckled, ❝he's not loud and obnoxious.❞

❝hey, you never know...❞ My mother slowly, and playfully, waltzed out my room.

I rolled my eyes, and trailed out my room behind her.

❝so, when will I meet him?❞ She asked, propping her elbows up on the counter, and shifted her shoulders back and forth like a teenage girl wanting to know about the new, stupid drama.

❝probably when I get back.❞ I looked at my wrist, then quickly recalling that I never wear a watch.

❝you're giving him a lift?❞ She lifted a brow. ❝yeah. He lives by John.❞ I informed.

❝that's wicked...❞

❝can you stop sounding like a teenager?❞ I asked. ❝nope.❞ she shook her head, ❝I'm still young. Let me live my life.❞

I sighed in annoyance.

I went back into my room to grab a pair of socks. I put my socks on, grabbed my precious clogs by the front door, and also put those on.

❝I'll be back.❞ I lifted my hand up in mid-air, signalling my mother, goodbye.

She did the same gesture as me and said, ❝be careful.❞

❝will do.❞

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❝shotgun when we get back in the car!❞ Roger yelled out, walking into my bungalow. ❝Roger, hush!❞ I raised a finger to my lips.

❝sorry.❞

❝but-,❞ I furrowed my eyebrows, ❝why in the hell did you call that? No one else is with us.❞

Roger shrugged, ❝dunno.❞

My mom came out of nowhere and greeted, ❝nice to meet you, Roger.❞

I saw Roger jump in the corner of my eye as he was trying to take off his shoes.

❝n-nice to meet you t-too.❞ The blonde boy grinned. ❝I apologise if I scared you.❞ My mother softly said.

❝you never apologise to me when you scare me...❞ I mumbled, taking off my clogs.

❝is Brian a good friend?❞ She asked Roger.

What type of question is that??

Roger looked at me for a second, then answered with, ❝yes ma'am. He's a very good friend.❞ She nodded in approval, ❝I take your word.❞

❝ok,❞ I started to annoyed with my mom, ❝we're about to go to my room.❞ She sighed, ❝well, I hope you two have fun.❞

❝we will.❞ I said, walking to my room with Roger trailing behind me.

I shut my door, ❝Jesus Christ...❞ I silently groaned.

He sat on my bed and gazed around, ❝your room is nice.❞ I shrugged, ❝thanks, I guess.❞

Roger gasped dramatically, ❝is that-?❞ He pointed to my Red Special, ❝is that the guitar you were telling me about that I could maybe see one day??❞

❝it is.❞ I bobbed my head, ❝-and I guess today is the day where you get to see it.❞

Roger's eyes twinkled in fascination, ❝are you really good at it?❞ I tossed my head side to side, ❝kind of.❞

I carefully grabbed my guitar—using two hands—and sat on my bed by Roger.

❝what songs can you play?❞ He asked. ❝...a lot of easy songs.❞ I laughed.