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She let out a small whimper as she cracked a smile, obviously giving into his voice. Her eyes widened as the phone came flinging towards her. She caught it abruptly, just before it hit anything, and she let out a relieved sigh, her small shoulders collapsing as if she had just accomplished Mission Impossible. She unlocked the phone, and texted Brady, saying that they were on their way. "Done." Tommy told him, and stood to give him to phone.
 
Alex took the phone. The answering text came a few seconds later, and buzzed in his hand. He looked down and read it then sighed, driving with one hand. "She's not even dressed yet. I swear, she's great but she's unorganized." It was a strange thing to say considering Brady was the one who booked all the shows and made sure they had a setlist and that everything was good to go before a gig. She was organized for the band, but not for herself.
 
Tommy screamed and grabbed his phone, gently swerving the wheel so he'd be in the correct lane, which was thankfully, empty. "Don't text and drive!" She yelled protectively, her face burning from the previous actions. The Aussie let out a small sigh, her heart feeling like it was thumping out of her chest. Tommy felt like she could of cried, but her body wasn't going to accept any more dramatics.
 
((Hi, sorry I just got home and I've been tasked with making supper and preparing for the yard sale... I'm all over the place))


Alex felt like he had had eight heart attacks one right after the other, but not because of the driving scare, Tommy's scream had startled him. He placed both his hands on the wheels and sat up straighter, now driving as though he were taking his first driving test. "Next time, do you think you could maybe, possibly, I don't know, not burst the driver's ear drums. Just calmly ask me to return to my own lane. Or like take the wheel without screaming?"
 
(( It's alright! c: ))


Tommy frowned at him, in the most sympathetic way she could possibly muster up for him. "Sorry," she said quietly, eyes traveling someone else, a bit embarrassed. "It just seemed like we were going to crash into something. Sorry." She apologized again, and sat down. After a small pause, she let out a sigh. "I was just scared about crashing." Tommy stated, hands in her lap. She was sensitive about the subject of crashing cars since her mother had been in one when she was little, and stayed in the hospital for a long period of time.
 
"We were like two feet out of line," he said with a smile. He didn't sound too worried and he wasn't really. There was no traffic on the other side and like he said, they hadn't drifted too far. "But I understand, you were scared it's okay. I won't text and drive again." Now memories of commercials about texting and driving, drinking and driving, talking on the phone and talking, went through his mind.
 
They were both nearing the destination, Brady's place. Tommy felt the car slow into a parking spot in from of her home as she scooted near the window staring out of it. There was a very brief silence, and in the silence she just stared out the window, observing the outside. After that, she spoke up. "Do you think she's ready yet?" Tommy asked, cocking a brow to no one in particular. Her voice wasn't impatient, just so curious.
 
"Probably not, but who knows? She might surprise us," he said as he turned the van off and unbuckled his seatbelt. "You can stay in the van or you can come in. If she's not ready, you might wanna come in. It could take a while," he added, stepping gingerly out of the van. His long legs made it easy to get into and out of the vehicle, but because of their length they were also fairly lanky.
 
She nodded simply at him, and then stepped out of the tour van with him, locking and shutting the door. Hey, everyone did, and New York was full of grand thieves. Tommy walked up next to him, and she headed up the stoop steps and pressed her small finger on the yellowing ceramic doorbell outside of the door, but she pulled her hand away, only to remember that it was busted from a long time ago. She raised a loose fist and rapped her knuckles on the door. It had always hurt, but she dealt with it. After a generous amount of knocks, she pulled her hand down and chewed her lower lip, a stinging in her knuckles.
 
Alex stood back, hands on his hips as he watched her hurt her knuckles. "You're funny," he said seriously, reaching around her to jiggle the doorknob. It always got stuck but eventually it came loose and he pushed the door open. With a hand on the small of her back, Alex guided Tommy into the small house.


"Agh!" cried Brady from the living room. A second later there was the sound of bouncing coiled wires, followed by, "Oh my god!" Alex shook his head and walked to the living room. There were guitar strings strewn across the hardwood floor and the coffee table was crooked. "Hi guys, sorry. I'm a mess, but I'm ready."
 
She turned to Alex, her lips pursed to keep herself from smiling. Her lips were bit, but that didn't keep her lips from slipping for her teeth's grip and she smiled with a laugh. "I was just being polite!" Tommy said with a laugh and gave a fake whimper as she stepped inside, with Alex's bigger hand laying on the small of her back. Tommy. Blinked at Brady's actions, but then laughed, and her eyes widened as she walked off from Alex, and picked up the base of the guitar. The guitar's strings were whizzed across the room and she let out a surprised chuckle. "This was a perfectly good acoustic!" Tommy stated, and examined the guitar, and the head looked like it was ready to snap, and the base that held the strings together was crooked. She leant it up against the wall so no one would trip over it. Tommy sent Brady a smile as a greeting, and then headed back over to Alex.
 
"Well, you can have it," said Brady sarcastically, bending over to pick up the strings. Some of them were for the acoustic, most of them were for her baby pink bass that was laid across the tacky orange couch that Brady refused to get rid of. Over the years Alex had spilt any number of food and drinks on it, trying to get his friend to throw it away. "I've decided to stop trying to expand my musical skills any ways. I'm sticking to bass from now on," she said as she grabbed her instrument and swung the strap over her head so the bass was on her back.


All the while Alex was shaking his head until Brady shot him a glare and then pointed a long finger towards the kitchen. "Get my pills and make yourself useful," she insulted him. Alex obeyed and walked to the kitchen. Brady kept her anti depressants and any other pills she had hidden behind heavy dishes on the top shelf. He had to stand on tip toe in order to reach his hand behind a ceramic bowl. He pulled his arm back and in his hand were two prescription pill bottles.
 
Tommy watched as she swung the bass over her back. Knowing herself, if she'd tried to do that, she would probably drop, and break the instrument. She cringed lightly at the thought. "Aw, Brady," she sighed, voice full of mock sadness. "I was hoping you'd learn how to play the triangle." Tommy's lips curled into a smile and she let out a laugh once her smile widened enough. She had heard about the couch, and how Alex always spilt things, and tried to wreck it enough so Brady would get rid of the old thing. The Australian girl didn't bother to ask about the pills as Alex walked to the kitchen since she knew it was a sensitive subject. The whole car rode would be awkward if she had brought that up. Tommy shifted her weight, and shoved her small hands into the pockets of her shorts.
 
"Oh," said Brade, wriggling her eyebrows with a knowing smile. "I can play the triangle, all right. It's just not the triangle you're thinking about." These words received a groan from Alex who was just now coming back from the kitchen. He had a piece of pizza hanging from his mouth but his look of disgust was obvious. He shoved the pills into a nearby bag and took the pizza into his hand. "Brady, you're gross and I need you to stop. We don't wanna hear about your relationships right now."
 
Tommy's face reddened, very visibly, actually. Flustered, she exclaimed, "Oh, I bet you suck at the triangle!" There was a brief pause until she slapped her forehead when she realized that came out dirtier than expected. "Why must everything I say be taken the wrong way?" She asked to no one in particular with a small laugh. Her eyes flickered over to Alex who had pizza hanging from his mouth. Tommy laughed and then she looked over to Brady. "I don't wanna hear about it either, yeah. It's not my business." She added, a bit of her Aussie accent poking through her voice.
 
Brady's smile widened and Alex groaned again. "I'm leaving," he muttered through a mouth full of pizza. He picked up all of Brady's bags with his one free hand and walked out of the old house. He dropped everything into the back of the van and quickly ate the rest of the pizza while he waited for the other's to follow him out.
 
Tommy let out another laugh, Alex obviously defeated by the dirty talk that was happening almost unintendedly. The Australian girl stepped out of the house, taking a look back at Brady to see if the girl was following. She seemed to be from her quick glimpse, and she headed into the van. She sat in the passenger seat, her legs crisscrossed like a kindergartener listening to their teaching telling a story. She leant back onto the seat, waiting for the both of them.
 
Alex crossed to the other side and got in the driver's side. Brady was locking up her house, her bass looking as big as she was. She ran to the chugging van and jumped into the back seats, slamming the door shut behind her. "Go, go, go, I smell burnt bacon!" she said dramatically, leaning between the two front seats. Alex rolled his eyes and muttered, "No one says that anymore."
 
Tommy heard Brady rush into the van like a wild animal let out of its cage. The door slammed, making her flinch, and look back. Brady leaned in between the seats, and exclaimed a statement. She caught a glimpse of Alex rolling his eyes at her, saying something back and she laughed at the two. "I don't think anyone has said that before," Tommy stated with yet another laugh. "Except for Brady." She added, her lips curling into a slightly smug smile.
 
Brady shook her head, smiling wide. "No, no, no, people used to say that all the time! But now people usually just yell run." She sat back and laid her bass across her lap. "Kinda boring if you ask me. I'm gonna try to bring it back." While she talked, Alex kept both hands on the wheel and drove as carefully as he could. Brady was a huge distraction for him, it took all the strength he could muster up to keep his eyes on the road.
 
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