People in jazz band were slowly starting to trickle into the band room wearing their nice clothes, when I spotted Archer.
I tried to pass it off like “oh, I’m sitting by Archer, no big deal” even though inner Cora was screaming and jumping up and down(even though/ but...), this bus ride was going to be ten minutes tops. Really, it shouldn't be that big of a deal that he was sitting by me
They have very similar personality wise so they get into a lot of heated disagreements.
The second jazz band began to warm up on stage.
“We just need some time apart until we can go see our family therapist in, like, a week. She gave me a key to the house in case I needed anything and told me she loved me and stuff.”
Right now, I think he thinks I’m a nice person and I think we’re friends. Which I think is good. I’m glad he thinks I’m nice and I’m glad that we’re friends.
The second jazz band’s performance went well
Archer was texting me.
“How’s Miyah doing?”
“I’m not really sure. She’s at her house right now talking with her parents. I’m waiting in the car.”
“Probably a good call.”
“Yeah.”
“So is she staying with you?”
“If things with her parents don’t get worked out right now, yes.”
“That’s really kind of you. You’re a good friend.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Thank you,” she said. The tears were flowing pretty freely now.
“Not a problem. That’s what friends are for.”
I smiled sadly and turned around,Someone showed up from the college so we were finally allowed to move our stuff inside. Once inside, after everything had been lugged to our waiting room by the guys and we could get warmed, I turned back to Miyah, a question on my lips.
“Do you want me to keep this quiet or do you want me to help you tell people?” I asked
“I think I want to keep it quiet for now. I’ll tell people eventually.” She answered, looking nervously around her.
“Alright. I’m here if you want me to help you.”
I understood how a situation like this could be hard for her. I certainly wouldn't want everyone to know I was technically homeless.
“Thank you, Cora.”
We put all of our stuff in a room and relaxed as the second jazz band got ready to play.
“That would be so awesome! I’m going to do that! I can put them all in my room and people will be so impressed that I have all of these big trophies.” He grinned.