💜~Old Friends~💜

Chapter 8: The Visit~!

Y/N's P.O.V

"Omar!!" You gave him a tight hug. He made a weird choking noise, probably out of surprise. Your father stood beside you. "Well well well! Look at who it is! Mr. Band Geek!"
"Daaaad!" You gave him another look.
Omar just laughed and smiled, "As cheeky as always aren't ya, Sir?"
"You know it!" Your father said in a prideful tone.
"May I come inside, Señor?" He bowed playfully to your father, and you just rolled your eyes. He's always kinda joked with your father.
"Come on in!" You blurted out and let go of him, walking to the living room. Omar stepped in and sniffed the air, and smirked, "Funny you had Waffles. I had Pancakes, which is pretty darn close. I bet they were tasty!" He walked over to you and nudged you.
"So Omar, how's your mother?" Your father asked.

Omar's eyes darkened a little, and you could see a bit of sadness in his eyes. This concerned you.
"She hasn't been doing too well. She's fallen ill, and I have a feeling it has to do with age..." He looked down and rubbed the back of his head. "I see you are as alive and kicking as ever still. And my friend," he put an arm around her, "Is still as lovely jubbly!" He gave a cheeky grin.
"Don't get too touchy, boy." Your father scolded, making him take his arm off of you.
This embarrassed you. It's not like he had feelings for you, and you the same. "Dad we are just friends. We literally just met last night!" You groaned.
"Anyways, I'm headed up to my room, wanna come, Omar?"
"Yea sure!!"
He followed you to your room.
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"So this is your room, huh? It's changed since I've last been here..." Your room used to be all tomboy-ish, you having video games everywhere. You recalled that you and him played Super Mario Kart every afternoon after school. You always tied and never understood why. Now your room was filled with band posters and video game posters, the only thing changing about the video games is that you had a nintendo switch.

Omar stretched and fell back on your big bed. "Bigger is better, huh?" He snorted. "Omar, you dork." You sat beside him on the bed. "So how's life been treating you since I've been gone?" You tilted her head.
"Kinda crazy. I got into music at 15 and made a soundcloud. As you could see from my concert, you could tell I put my feelings into my lyrics. You know that one song, Don'rmakeme Fallinlove, right?"
"Yea."
"Well, it actually has to do with how frustrated I was when you left me. I had a big crush on you back then, because 12 year old me was smart haha. Anyways, when you left, it broke my heart. I felt like I did something wrong, so I wrote my feelings out on a piece of paper and threw what stuck to the wall of music, but now that you're back, I'm happier!"
He hugged you tight and let out a deep sigh. You sat there. 'He had a crush on me? That's adorkable! But...he's famous. Being around someone like me would tarnish his reputation, right?' You thought to yourself as you embraced him back.
"Y/N..? What about you? What did you do?"
You shook your head. "Oh! Well..." You explained what you did with those nine years without him. You explained how you advanced many classes, made many friends that you sadly mived away from. He had a sad look on his eyes, but then they glittered. "Hey, you have me again, right?"
"But don't you have many tours to do? A career?" You crossed your arms calmly.
"Well, yea, but...doesn't mean you uh...can't come with me..."
This startled you.
"M-Me.. On tour with someone big like...you?"
"Yep!"
"But don't you have bandmates and well...Other bands you tour with? Like uh...Clairo..?" You hoped you got the name right.
"It's not the same, stupidhead."
"Well how would I know?!"
You threw your arms out in exclamation.
"You Don't have to go....I just...I don't want to lose you again...I want you to be by my side...please..." He gave a sad look.
"But my father--"
"I was about to say. He can always just call you, ya know." He did the phone signal with his hand.
"Yea but he will be alone! What will I do then?!"
"Y/N...he's an adult. Plus, if he let you come to Tropicalia, then he can let you come with me. It's not that deep. C'mon, we will ask him." He took your hand, which made you gasp. He led you out of your room.
"Let's go ask your father. Nice room, by the way~."