~Everything You Need~ Cliff x OC

!4!

James drove us to my house and parked a few houses away, but my step dads truck was there. "Shit! We'll have to get in through my window but we have to be silent. I'll go in and you grab the stuff I get for my window and then we run for it." I said getting out. "I'll just wait here. My boss can suck my ass." James said, putting the truck in park.

We got out and went to my window. I never locked it for this reason. I got in and started grabbing a bunch of shit. Clothes which I stuffed into my endless hippie crossbody bag, my guitar, my favorite record, and my shoes. I was handing the last of it out when I heard someone hit the wall by my door.

"Who the fuck is in my house!" My step dad yelled. I made it out my window when he opened the door. We grabbed the shit and bolted. "GET BACK HERE YOU WORTHLESS SHIT!" He yelled.

We threw my shit in the back and climbed in. "GO!" I yelled to James. He slammed his foot to the petal. We drove back to Lars' house. "Shit! Sorry for yelling at you." I said to James. He took a deep breath and nodded.

We got all my shit out of his truck and took it to Lars' room. "Thanks James." I said, patting him on the back. "No problem but now I have to get my ass to work." He said leaving.

Torben told us to get ready because we were going to go find a place in Castro. Lars was down stairs while I took a shower and got ready. We loaded up and drove 35 minutes to Castro. Lars wanted at least a three bedroom place.

A room for him and James, a room for Dave and someone else, and a room for me. We found two that were reasonably priced. When we got back home Torben called the owners. Me and Lars were upstairs playing bloody knuckles.

(If you don't know what that is it's basically where two people hit their knuckles together and they turn red. You win by the other person backing out).

"LARS!" Torben yelled. Lars ran down the stairs. I followed him but only walked. "Hello? Oh yeah. Well me and my band have been looking for a house to stay and we saw your place... Yes... It's -Lars' Number-... Ok thank you very much." Lars said before hanging up.

"He said he would give us a call back and that he is willing to let the band move in as long as we sign something saying if anything is broken then we will be charged for it." Lars said. I nodded. "Well I bet you guys will be playing for a lot." Torben said, chuckling.

"Haha, funny. I'm gonna call Dave now." He said, turning back to the phone. I walked into the living room and watched TV with Torben. He was watching tennis. "What did you just say!" Lars yelled into the phone.

I walked over to see what it was about. "Well that fucking sucks! If you don't like it you can live in that shit hole you already live in and drive 40 minutes to every band practice!" Lars yelled before slamming the phone. "What was that about?" I asked him crossing my arms.

"Dave says he's not living in the same house as you. He didn't say it as nicely though. He can get the fuck over it!" Lars said going back upstairs. "Aren't you gonna call James and the other guy?" I yelled up the stairs. He came running back down the stairs.

"I'll wait to call him but James should know I guess." He said picking up the phone. James went over a lot smoother.