Y/N's POV
"I'm BAAAAACK!" You told yourself as you walked into the doorway of your childhood home. Your father looled at you and smiled, "Feels good doesn't it, Y/N?" His words made you feel right at home as well, for it was the same voice he would use when you were little. "Take a break and then we can unpack! Maybe we can walk around the neighborhood and see what has changed later. Sound like a deal?" Your father held his hand out playfully. "Deal!" You slapped your hand in his in a high five. "That's my girl." You both stared at each other and giggled. Life hadn't always been this easy.
Your mother passed when you were very young. You didn't know much about her except she was your birth mom. Later on, Economy wasn't the best and...sure it's easy to figure out what happened. There were few bumps and bruises along the way, but you and your father always got through. You were now 19, and independent most of the time. Life was rough, but it was okay!
You smelled the dust of the old house. You were allergic to it. But it wasn't lethal so it didn't bother you. You got your boxes and suitcases and marched up to where your room was. When you got there you made a soft sigh of relief. "Ah...just like It's always been..." You smiled and walked over to the bed, laying down on it. It was creaky and made a lot of weird noises. It didn't bother you as much, but maybe you would fix your bed. You lay on your couch and opened your phone. "Huh...a new message..." You queried. "Hmm..." You opened the message. It was an advertisement for Tropicalia fest. You hadn't been to a concert in ages. The last concert you went to was a One-Direction Concert.
"Hmm...maybe I can convince my father to let me go..." You smiled and ran out of your room, proceeding to run down the steps, squealing.
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💜~Old Friends~💜
FanfictionCuco X Reader It's been years since you've last seen him. You find out that he has become a Musician of sorts in music that you think is tasteful. Will love spark? Maybe!
