avery sat on a plane, the turbulence starting to kick in, knowing that he was getting close to landing. he popped the lid back onto the pen that had been spilling ink onto the paper. he had begun writing this song a while back, but had never truly gotten a finished piece and really had just given up on the song altogether. after his trip with freya to brooklyn, he had gotten some inspiration to pick back up where he left off, and as he wrote, he remembered having mentioned the song to one of the few people that he ever felt close enough to actually speak about his writings with. the last time he had really spoken to tristan was a brief moment that they had when he had appeared at one of his shows, but since the young male had to run off to the next city; something avery was beyond used to, the conversation was cut much shorter than he had wanted.
fortunately, during the span of the conversation, he had mentioned working on a song together. something that was definitely long overdue and now that he had more inspiration that ever, he had hoped this would be the best time. it was late at night; early in the morning depending on your outlook — by the view of the sky it had to be around 2 AM, and if avery knew tristan how he believed he did, he would be awake. as the flight landed, avery went through all the airport’s processes; something he could do with his eyes closed at this point. pulling out his cell phone, he felt the vibrations of all the incoming text messages that had been stifled since he had gotten onto the plane.
ignoring them all in search of tristan’s contact, he pressed on their most recent messages and shot him a text message, hoping that he would get it. ‘hey, what are you doing right now?! are you sleeping?! god i hope you aren’t sleeping. i really hope i didn’t disturb your sleep. are you even at the house right now?! please tell me you are. anyway, what are you doing?! can u meet in the studio ??? paramount ??? i just touched down so in like thirty minutes ???’ he quickly sent message after message, knowing that if tristan’s phone wasn’t on silent it would probably be annoying every nerve in his body, but avery didn’t care. time was something they didn’t have a lot of and this seemed to be their open window. shoving his cell phone into his back pocket, he grabbed his bag and exited the airport, and loading into the taxi that he had scheduled. avery was headed to the studio regardless if it was with tristan or not.
Tristan had gotten back from tour about a week ago and he’d been hiding in his room most of the time trying to write but hitting brick walls at every turn. He knew it was probably because he really had nothing to write about lately or the fact that he was still avoiding dealing with what happened at the airport in New York. Either way he was lying awake in his bed, TV on in the background as he doodled in his sketchbook.
All of a sudden his phone was buzzing like crazy, text after text coming in without a pause in between. He looked at it wondering who the hell was blowing up his phone at this hour, but smiled when he saw it was Avery. He’d just gotten back in LA from his trip home and wanted Tristan to go to the studio with him. “Why the hell not? It’s not like I’m getting anything accomplished on my own lately,” he mumbled to himself pushing himself off the bed. He sent Avery a million texts back ‘I’m not doing anything! Obviously I’m not sleeping because i’m replying! I have to admit my phone freaked me the fuck out tho like damn man!! I’m at the house! I’m coming to the studio! See you soon!’ After sending them all he got dressed before grabbing his things and heading for the door.
Tristan drove to the studio thanking himself that he had decided not to drink tonight so he could actually think clearly once he got there. Hopefully working with Avery would pull him out of this writing funk he’d been in lately, if not at least he knew he was in for a fun night. Once at the studio he checked the sign in sheet and found which studio they were in and headed down the hall.
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