Happy Little Pill

A light tap on my car window woke me from my sleep and made me jump. I looked out the window and saw a co worker of Colton's staring in at me.

"Sadee? Are you alright?" She asked through the window. I nodded and rolled down the window.

"Yeah, I must have fallen asleep when I was driving last night," I said.

"Sadee, you're almost an hour away from your apartment, is everything alright?" She asked. I looked at her and shrugged.

"I have no idea," I said and then glanced at the clock. It was nine thirty.

"Crap, um, I have to go, sorry," I said and started my car. I grabbed my phone and saw I had three texts, two from Colton, one from an unknown number. A sigh escaped my lips and I clicked on the ones from Colton

Look, I'm sorry, can you please come home? - Colton

Babe, come on. You can't seriously be mad at me about this. - Colton

I felt a tear fall from my eye as I clicked on the message from the unknown number.

Hey, it's Andy. Um, here's my address (insert Andy's address) - Unknown

I quickly added Andy to my contacts and began driving towards Andy's place. He was in the relatively rich neighborhood of LA. Once I was sitting in front of his house I looked around my backseat quickly. I was still wearing what I wore yesterday. A pair of skinny jeans and a sweatshirt of Colton's was all there was. I shrugged and grabbed them quickly and climbed out of my car. The door of the house opened and Andy came out of the house in nothing but a pair of loose lounge pants, that had the Batman logo all over them. I quickly walked up the driveway and to the door.

"Can I use your bathroom first?" I asked.

"Go for it, it's that door next to the kitchen," he said and I walked into the house and into the bathroom. I sighed again and quickly changed into my jeans and the sweatshirt. A quick glance at my face in the mirror and I was horrified. My make up was running down my face and my eyes were red. I closed my eyes momentarily before opening them and searching for a wash cloth. Once I found one I got to wiping off my messy make up.

"Are you okay with eggs and bacon?" I heard from outside the door.

"Um, yeah, sure, whatever," I muttered back and walked out of the bathroom.

"You look like hell, by the way," Andy pointed out and I gave him a look.

"I realize that, please don't point it out," I said and he smirked.

"Whatever, did you get any writing done last night?" He asked and I thought for a second.

"Um, I have no idea. Last night is a blur," I admitted and he chuckled.

"Too much alcohol?"

"Nope, too much crying," I said and he gave me a concerned look.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Nothing important, but we have a lot of work to do today," I said and he shrugged.

"Well, while you were crying about God knows what, I got into a fight with my girlfriend," he said.

"About what?" I asked.

"Random shit, she accused me of cheating because I spent the entire day with, in her words, 'some slutty girl', and then she got more pissed and left," he said and I looked at him.

"I'm slutty?" I asked.

"Not at all, but she just got jealous," he said.

"Well, since you told me why your night was shitty, I'll tell you why mine was. So you know about my boyfriend Colton," I paused and Andy nodded.

"What about him?"

"Well, he works at this journalism place that does articles and stuff for magazines and newspapers. He told me last night that he was promoted to the head of an article, about music. I was all excited and I happy, but then he said he wanted to interview me," I stopped and Andy raised an eyebrow.

"That's a problem?"

"No, the problem is that he was only interviewing me because of who my mother is," I said.

"Who is your mother?" Andy asked as he flipped some bacon.

"My mother is Lori Ann Christian, famous country singer-songwriter. Her most famous song is called Saddle, which is kind of a play on my name and her love of horses. But it's mainly about me," I said.

"Your mom is a country artist?" Andy chuckled and I nodded.

"Yep, and apparently Colton doesn't understand why I am pissed about him thinking it's okay to interview me based on who my mother is," I said.

"That is a dumb reason to interview you, I've seen the music you write, you are more than your mom," he said and then set a plate in front of me.

"Why are you feeding me?" I asked.

"I'm hungry, we have to work, and working on an empty stomach doesn't work well," he smiled and sat down next to me.

"So, why do you hate your mom so much?" Andy asked.

"I don't hate her, I just don't want to be constantly associated with her," I said.

"How so?" He asked as he shoved a forkful of eggs and bacon in his mouth.

"I write my own music, I have my own ideas, I have my own style. My mom has her own writers, her own ideas and her own style. They are completely different, and constantly being associated and known as Lori Ann Christian's daughter sucks. I understand she's this big country artist who now owns a record label, but I am my own artist, I know what I want, and it's not what my mom has," I finished and he stared at me.

"I feel ya, how about, you take that anger and frustration and make a line for a song out of it," he said.

"Like what?" I chuckled and he smirked.

"Like, you don't want to be your mom, right? Try something like, I don't want to be you," he sang gently and I sighed.

"Or, like fire and water, we aren't the same. You have your Cadillac and your mansion, I have my guitar and my mind," I sang quietly and he smiled.

"Are we writing a country song here?" Andy chuckled and I smacked his arm.

"No, we are not, we are supposed to be writing songs for you," I said and he smiled.

"Okay, so you have a dislike for your mom, I have a dislike for mainstream music, let's combine them," he said.

"Okay, yes, I dislike my mom, but I can't add my personal problems to your songs," I said.

"You can because you are the writer, or co writer. And your problems aren't the only thing that's going to be in them," he said.

"Why haven't you written a song about Juliet?" I asked.

"Because, I don't want to," he said.

"Not a good enough reason Andy, we are going to write a song about Juliet and call it, Shakespeare," I said.

"How so?" He asked.

"Like, our love story is a tragedy, we love and we hate, we'd die for each other. Something in my chest bursts when you walk in the room and like Shakespeare, you'll be my Juliet," I smiled and he dropped his head.

"Not to burst any bubbles, but you sound too country for me," he said and I gave him the stink eye.

"What about that song you wrote? Huh?" I said and he shrugged off the chair and disappeared. When he reappeared, he had a notebook in his hand.

"A bright sun awakens me,
My eyes burn and my heart sings,
Your laugh and your smile,
Makes me weak,"

"Are you writing a love song?" I chuckled and he looked at me.

"Don't even go there," he chuckled back at me and I smirked.

"Is it about Juliet?" I asked.

"Something like that, but I don't think it'll do much of anything," he said.

"Andy, please, you are an amazing songwriter, you have three albums with BVB, and you have that song They Don't Need To Understand, plus, you are working on your fourth BVB album, why the funk?" I asked.

"I don't know, I had this great idea for a side project, with awesome classical rock songs, but I hit a wall and can't get over it," he said.

"Something must have happened, what happened?" I asked.

"Well, that was the first time Juliet said she wanted space,"he said and I looked at him.

"So she wanted to separate from you for a while?" I asked.

"Yep," he said bluntly.

"Okay, I can see you love her unconditionally, and she loves you, why did she want to separate?" I asked.

"I don't know, we were doing fine, and- Why are you asking these questions?" He asked.

"I am asking them because you hit a wall, and every time I bring up writing about Juliet, you say it won't work. Are you guys separated?" I asked.

"Apparently," he muttered and rubbed his face.

"Okay, write about that. I don't care what comes out of your fingers, but write for a solid five minutes about how you feel right now, about the whole situation," I said and handed him a pencil. He stared at me with a glare but began writing. I watched him and then realized, he was still shirtless. He has a skinny body, but I could see the muscle forming. Why in the hell would Juliet want to separate from him? He is basic perfection. Wait, did I really just think that?

"Why are you staring at me?" Andy asked and I looked at him.

"No reason, keep writing," I said.

"It's been five minutes," he said.

"What? No it-" I looked at my phone and my eyes got wide. Damn.

"Okay, let me see," I said and he handed me the notebook.I scanned the words and my face contorted into a shocked face. It was deep and I can see the pain in him and thinking about her.

"Wow Andy. This is deep," I said and he nodded.

"I know, but it's what I feel about the situation," he said.

"My mind swarms with thoughts of 'why?'
My heart sings for you,
Our story has just begun,
Where have you gone?"

"Andy this is amazing," I said.

"It's just my thoughts, nothing else," he said and I gave him a look.

"We have something here, and you are not going to shut it down. This is going to be the first song we write and give to Dan," I told him straightly and he sighed. Too bad pretty boy, I'm the one writing for you, you listen to me.

Notes

Yes, new chapter. And now we know why Andy was in a funk. I am so sorry if the lyrics I came up with suck balls, I tried, and I am still trying. I will hopefully get an entire song done and thought up within the next five chapters. A lot of stuff is going to happen in the next chapter. It involves Andy and Sadee, obviously, and then Andy and Juliet, Sadee and Colton, and Juliet and Colton. Stay tuned.