~Everything You Need~ Cliff x OC

!11!

"So what happened between you and Cliff last night!" Lars said, smiling at me. That little shit James must have told him. "I fell asleep on the floor, I don't remember much after that." I said sitting down.

"Mhm." he said unconvinced. "Bro I was crossfaded and tired. You really think I know what I even drank last night." I said looking at him. He nodded and began using his double kick on his bass drum.

The guys came through the door and sat it down. We plugged it all in and got ready. "Alright, let's go." I said. Lars tapped us in and we started. "Here's the first solo." I said before playing it. James sang lightly to himself as we played. We played till the next solo. I started playing it. My wrist burned as I played.

We made it through the whole song. "Holy shit my wrists burn!" I said moving them in circles. James chuckles and Lars just shouted, "HA!". "Oh fuck you!" I said, flipping him off.

He flipped me off before throwing a drumstick at me. "What the hell!" I yelled, throwing it back harder. It hit him on the nose. "OW YOU FUCKER!" He yelled. I smiled at him. "You guys are like children." James said.

"James don't lie, 9 times out of 10 you start being childish." I said looking at him. He acted offended.

"So when are you guys moving?" Cliff asked. "I'm going to get the keys after this and we're going to start moving some of our shit in today." Lars said, getting up. "Oh wait! Did the police call last night?" I asked Lars.

"Yeah. Your mom is fine but they found heroin on her so they took her into custody. They said you're welcome to get your shit whenever. I was thinking we should get it tomorrow cuz James' truck is gonna be full of mine and his shit." Lars said with James nodding. "I can go get my truck and we can put her shit in it." Cliff said.

"No you don't have to." I said. "Well I mean it would help." James said. "Alright, my truck is at your house." He said looking at James. "Let's go get it!" James said. "When you guys get back, me and you need to go talk to Dave." Lars said to James.

"And me and you will get your shit." Cliff said. "Break!" I yelled like the team captain of the football team would.

They left, "Help me pack up the rest of my drums.". "Once I put on music." I said going to my bag. I grabbed my Bob Seger record and put it in. Roll Me Away was the first song to play. We began putting his drums away while listening to the music.

After a while James and Cliff came back. "So what are we gonna say to Dave?" James asked. The song changed to Turn the Page. "SHUT THE FUCK UP THIS IS MY SONG!" I yelled. They all looked at me surprised. "Sorry, I love this song tho." I said.

"On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha. You can listen to the engine moaning out it's one note song. You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before." I sang with him.

Lars turned it off. I rolled my eyes and put the vinyl in its folder. They talked for a minute before leaving. "Are we gonna go get your stuff or not?" Cliff said with one of his common smirks. "Yeah." I said getting up.

We got in his truck and told him how to get there. We arrived and cops were standing in front of the house. I got out and walked up to the door. "Ma'am this is a restricted area." One of them said, "This is my house. I'm Ember Murfy." I said.

"We need to see an ID." He said. "No we don't! Hey Em. You're welcome to go get your stuff." Officer Lane said, stepping out of the house. The other officer backed away and let us in. "Hey Randy." I said walking by him.

"It's all still in your room. If you need anything let me know.", "Ok thanks Randy." I said walking down the hall. Everything was trashed all over the house. I went into my room and started grabbing clothes. "Hand me that Purple duffle bag." I asked Cliff to grab the clothes out of my dresser.

He brought it to me and I shoved my clothes in. I started humming Foxey Lady by Jimmi Hendrix. I didn't have much of anything clothes wise. We had packed my clothes, blankets, trinkets, and paint supplies.

I tried to grab the Black Sabbath poster that was tacked to my ceiling but I couldn't reach it. "Hey, can you help me with this?" I said pointing to it. He tried to reach but barely missed.

"Shit I dont have any chairs either." I said. "Get on my back." Cliff said. I climbed up his back and grabbed the poster. I folded it up and put it in the boxes of posters.

We had everything packed. "Alright let's get your mattress to the truck he said lifting it. I grabbed the doors and we got it to his truck. We carried the rest of my stuff out. "Bye Randy!" I yelled from the truck. He waved and we drove off.