busy boy

     Winter took a moment to sit in silence. Confused,sure, but more importantly he was relieved to find someone who was having just as bad of a time as he was. “Thank you.” He breathed after his momentary silence. “I’ve been sitting here miserable for the past two hours, sweating what feels like every liquid in my body wondering what the fuck is the point y’know? I was told there would be alcohol, and get this --- wine coolers. All they have is fucking wine coolers. Who is that doing anything for?”

     “Begging me to do anything but sit here and looking mildly interested would be a crime against nature.” He continued to complain, though his tone was a lot lighter as to not disappoint the other too much. “Oh so not only are you trying to attack my lungs you’re trying to embarrass my slightly too lanky body for that of a thirty one year old? Ryder, I thought we were friends...--- at the very least, acquaintances.” 

     “Just hearing you suggest physical activity to me is making me tired. I’m ready for a nap. Why would you willing put yourself through an obstacle course as hot as it is out here?”

     “I was joking...--- well, partially. It would be funny to see the angry parents over their child losing but that’s besides the point. It sounds like maybe what you need is a drink, and not to be within five mile radius of small children. I’m sure there’s some place we can grab a wine cooler. I doubt they have anything stronger.”

     “I’m always down to hear a child cry. Little bastards have it so easy, why not give them a taste of the real world but showing them how we’re all bound to fail at some point. Or in my case, all points.”

     It definitely wasn’t the confrontation he was expecting. Not about the EP at least. Truthfully, he thought she’d stop paying attention to his music the day he texted her a track number the night of her engagement. So hearing her mention it at all in his drunken confusion was a surprise. But he didn’t have time to let his stomach drop at the thought of her hearing songs he’d written about her because she was already showing how off base she was. “Another lady? What?” He questioned with a laugh before realizing she was serious. “Noelle Marie, do you think anyone would waste their time on me? Of course there isn’t another person in my life. And even if there was there will only ever be one Noelle Marie hm?”

     “That was definitely said a little too casually, may be an hr violation of some sort but hey --- you’re not killing anybody. You do have the eyes for it though.” He lightly teased as he pulled his phone out to look up the other’s instagram. Sure to follow his instructions. “You have a penis tattooed? That’s next level for the joke, even I wouldn’t go that for.”

     “I didn’t think it would ever happen. Meeting something with a much sadder sad sad life than me. This is a huge moment for me, thanks man. I may have my issues, but at least I’m not beefing with many birds Wow.”

     “What’s not healthy about spending copious amounts of money on alcohol, and complaining about being confronted with the truth?” He teased back. He had long known he needed to get better at confronting the truth, he just preferred his way of adamantly avoiding it. Whatever truth that may be. “Why don’t you both just move in with me and let me help you with your studio? I mean we’ll probably still have a cleaning lady as I am a lazy piece of shit, but at least we’d get our parents out of the picture.”

     “...--- Are you seriously beefing with a bird?”

     “So you like inflicting pain onto others? Is there a therapist you see for that? Kind of sounds like a sociopathic tendency if you ask the true crime documentaries I’ve spent way too much time watching...--- I’ll definitely need your instagram handle then. That’s a tattoo I need to see how it turned out. I do have several tattoos. My favorite though is the one on my chest. It’s alive aha fuck. But in the same style as those live laugh love things you can find at hobby lobby. I absolutely love it. It’s probably the dumbest thing on my body.”

     He was left too long alone with his own devices. With the alcohol swirling in his system and thoughts of Noelle doing more than just plies with her ex fiancee he wanted a distraction. One that he’d always gone to whenever he was feeling too much for comfort. At the time it seemed like a good idea. He swore he was over Noelle. After her engagement announcement, he promised he wouldn’t write anymore songs about her. But he had. And each time he told himself he was just exiling any left over feelings. That they’d never see the light of day. But the fiancee came back, and he was suddenly feeling helpless again. Like he was seeing Noelle for the first time all over again. Like he was losing her all over again. And once again he told himself this was the last time. He’d post the ep and with those secrets gone off his hard drive his feelings would subside. For a moment he did feel better. At least well enough to rest his head. But moments of peace were abruptly disturbed by the sound of a door closing, and any assumption that Summer had stopped by to visit him was quickly wiped away at the sound of her voice. “Lucy?” He called back as sat up from the couch in his studio, “Come in here and tell me what it is I did now.” Though he knew. He just didn’t anticipate her to say anything about it. Or more so he hoped she wouldn’t.

     “Ouch.” It was the first comment that he could think of after learning the reason behind her getting her bangs. Though he knew better than anyone what growing up with a mom who majored in backhanded compliments and was fluent in the art of ‘i’m just being honest’. Where Lysa seemed to give in just to keep the peace, Winter took to becoming everything his mother hated. It was like if he told him not to do something, he went out of his way to do the thing she specifically asked him not to. But it’s how they coped. “There’s not really a schedule, nor any shows. But I am still recording, had a home studio built for it. So you’re more than welcome to a studio tour, and a sit it on a recording session. Just as long as you promise to be brutally honest on what you hear. I didn’t get this far by having people lie to me on my pretentious lyrics, and sad boy riffs.” He offered with a soft laugh finding that he was actually pretty eager to have Lysa take a look at where he worked. And not only where he worked, but also to hear what he had been working on. “Could I ever be anything but the cool uncle? I mean look at me. I reek of irresponsible fun and break rules his mom set. And it’s not like his mom can get rid of me which makes it even better.” He chuckled. Though it was hard for him to admit it out loud, but he adored the little boy. Wanting to make sure he grew up without the terrible influence of their parents. Which he found was getting a little hard to avoid seeing how stubborn Summer was about accepting his help instead of their parents. “And here I was completely in it for a ballpit. I would so donate the money to get you guys a ballpit. But i’ll still look forward to it” He was only half joking about the ballpit. His hands coming together in a loud clap as she speaks to him. “Hunter, wow. That’s a name isn’t it? You met at a nursery? Sweet jesus. Written for you? I’m the song writer, I’m suppose to be the cheesy one out of the two of us. Which, I’m completely stealing this material.” He teased with a soft laugh. “No jokes though, I’m happy for you. Really. It’s easy to see how happy he makes you, you’re literally glowing. It’s blinding. Could you tone that down for me?” He laughed giving her a soft nudge.

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