Unpredictable • cth

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El-
*A few days ago..*

It's been raining for a few days now, personally my favorite weather but for most people who live in LA it's absolute hell.

We had this week off school because the hallways kept flooding, making it physically impossible to even walk into the main building.

Duke won't stop barking. I don't know why but it might because Dad isn't home and he loves the rain too.

"Duke please bubs stop it's ok." I pleaded at my dog, hopeful he would stop.

He trotted over to me, curling up next my thigh as I clicked the TV on.

I had just got off the phone with my Dad a few minutes ago. He's in Paris, yet he's envious of the weather we have over here. He was showing me the Eiffel Tower and waited until the lights sparkled. He sounded like a little kid saying 'oo' and 'ah' which only made me miss him more.

This is only the 3rd or 4th year he let me be home alone when he's away touring the world. He is always so paranoid, not because i'm going to throw a house party or do drugs in the kitchen, just because he worried about everyone else. His "fans" that stalk us, or the press, like he always says "What if a big man with a camera comes up to you and grabs you? What are you going to do then?"

He asked me that question every time he went on tour, I know he's just worried and doesn't want his baby girl getting hurt but i'm growing up, i'm ready to take on the world.

I have The Great British Bake Off on, mine and my dad's favorite show to watch especially when it's gloomy out. I finally have a calm duke laying next me when I hear a small knock at the door.

I normally do what my Dad would want me to do. First, get the pepper spray. Second check the security cameras. But I didn't feel scared, it's like I could feel who was on the other side of my front door.

I slowly cracked the door up only to reveal a soaking wet Ryder.

"What the hell are you doing? Come in!" I said as I practically yanked him inside with no warning.

I slammed the door behind us. I pushed past him as I turned to head up the stairs.

"Ry come on." I mumbled under my breathe as I semi stomped up the stairs.

I reached the top, knowing he was right behind me. I could practically feel his hot breath against my neck.
I opened the cabinet, grabbed some towels and spun around placing them into his hands. He started to speak but I just kept walking down the hallway towards my room.

I opened the door with him yet again right behind me. My room was white, plain and simple. The walls were lined with polaroid pictures and band posters. Records covered my floors and sprawled across my bed. I had at least 3 different bass guitars in my room, propped up in the corner.

"I never knew you liked the 1975." Ryder said so low I could barley hear him.

"There's a lot about me Ry that you don't know anymore.." I mumbled back, turning to my dresser to grab a pair of sweats and hoodie for him.

"Take a shower, put these on, we can talk after ok?" I said sincerely, looking up at him for approval. He nodded in response.

"You know where the bathroom is." I stated as I walked out of my room, headed back downstairs.

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I heard the shower turn off followed by loud footsteps leading to the stairway.

"Who's are these El?" He stated, slightly annoyed but with a sadness filling his voice.