BEASTLY

xxiv. my angel of music

I hope this chapter cures my writer's block. Sorry for my absence, guys.

Scott Hoying

I didn't know what to expect, honestly. But the letter seemed all too exciting, despite how angry I was at the weather for blanketing my excitement.

NOTHING CAN STOP US. PUT THIS ON AND MEET ME DOWNSTAIRS AT SEVEN PM. xx 

I traced the letters on the paper as if they were made of precious gold... and they were. I had a feeling that he could sense my disheartened aura. There weren't many things I got my hopes up for, but when I did it typically ended up in a successful disaster. I glanced at my phone, seeing that it was still a couple of hours until seven. I had a lot of time to kill and, well, I hadn't spoken to the ever famous Olusola in awhile, let alone briefed him on my current situation. I felt this would be an appropriate time, to call while I was getting dressed, one item of clothing at a time. It never hurt to get dressed too early.

The phone rang three times before his voice broke the monotony. I loved how he'd never start a phone call with a boring introduction. "Hey, hey my man, Hoying! What's happening, brother?" If I hadn't been greeted with such a sweet note, this intro would have done it for me.

"KO! It's been awhile. I've been thinking a lot about you. How's life as a famous musician?" I chuckled and rummaged through my dresser drawers for some different boxers. I felt as confident in a good pair of boxers as girls felt in a cute pair of panties.

"Just living the life of a paid musician. Nothing too terribly exciting..." His voice trailed off and something told me that he wanted to share something exciting with me. I knew Kevin to be the most modest person ever. So, I figured he'd eventually tell me on his own (two weeks later) or I could get it out of him now.

The latter choice won. "Whatcha hiding? Tell me everything!"

"What? I haven't talked to you in awhile... I might have met someone." I could hear instruments in the back ground. I knew I didn't have long with him.

"It's about time you charm someone into loving you! Give me details. I'm putting you on speaker... hope you don't mind that Wyatt can hear." The kitty poked his head from out of its snuggled position on his body when I said his name, and then arched his back and stood up. He walked towards the edge of the bed and watched me get dressed. My suspicions told me he was into guys... but I'm not into bestiality.

"Who's Wyatt?" Duh, he doesn't know who Wyatt is. I had to come up with something quickly. I didn't want to lie and say that I got a cat, mostly because Kevin knows how I am with animals. He knows I wouldn't adopt a pet and put them through misery... and he also knows that the small apartment I used to live in, or maybe still do live in? God, I don't even know. My brain is too jumbled now to come up with a lie for him. Think fast, think fast.

"Oh, I'm spending the night with a friend. His cat found me in the guest room and is hanging out with me until he gets up." Then, I directed my focus towards the bald kitty. "Isn't that right, Wyatt Blue?"

I found myself sighing with relief at his answer. "Oh. That's cool! You must have been bored then, waiting."

"I am bored. Now, stop beating around the bush. Tell me about the girl!"

"You talk about that with such excitement and you don't even like women." He laughed into the phone and I nodded.

"I mean, I did at one time. Tell. Me."

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Kevin's distraction was perfect, taking up an hour before he had to run off to be the musician he grew up to be. I envied him, being off in a new world (not that Los Angeles is new... it's just different) and doing what he wanted to do. Frankly, I wasn't even sure what I wanted to do anymore. I knew one thing, though. I wanted to get back to my dad. It bothered me not knowing where he was or how he was doing, or if he was even alive. Was he taking care of himself? The only thing I knew was that he was reading my texts. I'm so glad he didn't know how to turn off the read receipts on his iPhone.