too much and not enough
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| pairing: drummer!matt × berry!reader
| warnings: none
Leaning out the back window of Bonko's well-maintained Ford, Berry folded her arms behind her head and looked out at the misty mountains and the bay, breathing in the heavy, humid air.
A new life, new memories, and new joys awaited her. The past was left behind, still burning inside Berry whenever she was distracted for even a second and lost in thought. The friends who abandoned her, the boyfriend who had dumped her, who was hardly even a boyfriend. The complete absence of friends drove her into apathy. With tears in her eyes and hysterics, she tried every time to convey her problems and worries to her parents, but they always refused to listen or trust her pills.
"Do they really think I can handle this on my own? I'll probably just get myself into a hole even faster," she wrote in her diary.
Luckily, her father's transfer to a new position gave her a chance to start a new life and really try to get out of this mess herself. Port Townsend—that was the name of her new chapter in this life.
"Be, we need to stop at the gas station, do you want something to eat?" asked Mara, her mother, turning back in the passenger seat with a slight smile on her face.
"I wouldn't mind," Berry replied with a small smile.
Her stomach had indeed started to rumble louder and her legs were numb, so the gas station sounded pretty good.
Ethan, her dad, soon turned off the road toward a very pleasant place that wouldn't immediately be called a gas station. Parking near the entrance to the supermarket in the same building, Berry's eyes immediately darted around, hoping to find something tasty. She leisurely walked between the shelves, examining the variety of snacks, and then toward the wall of cold drinks. Opening the door, she spent a long time considering the options, carefully deciding in her head what she wanted.
Behind her, she heard the ringing of the doorbell, followed by the giggling of several people. Turning slightly, trying to look as uninterested as possible, Berry saw a group of three practically identical guys, one slightly shorter than them, and two brunette girls. They were laughing as they strolled through the small supermarket, filling their hands with snacks and drinks.
Trying not to stare at them for too long, Berry returned to choosing her drink. Settling on a regular coke and an iced coffee, she quickly returned to her parents at the checkout. They, in turn, had already ordered three hot dogs and were waiting for Berry to pay for everything.
While waiting for a main dish, her gaze shifted again to the cheerful group of teenagers, most likely her own age. At that moment, memories of her friends' previous group flooded back, causing a wave of anxiety and sadness. Quickly wiping away the emerging tears with the sleeve of her zip-up hoodie, she tried to distract herself with a sip of coke.
The hot dogs were ready in practically five minutes. After Ethan picked them up, the three of them headed back to the car to start eating there, looking out at the gorgeous view of the foggy bay. A crowd of teenagers followed them out, quickly stuffed everything into their backpacks, and, mounting their bikes, rode toward the now-visible town. She watched them go one last time before starting to eat.
The rest of the journey took only a little time, so within half an hour the three of them were standing at the gate of their new house. The house itself was a faded blue with visible scuffs. There were other houses nearby, better maintained, and of course, Mara was also planning to renovate the house and the small garden in front and back.
Berry's room was on the second floor, across from her parents' room. The space itself was small and slightly dusty, but cozy in its own way.
Leaving her backpack and suitcase by the door, she began to explore her new place, still trying to get used to the fact that her life would never be the same again. They spent the entire evening unpacking boxes of furniture and a few other items that hadn't fit into the suitcases and bags the mover had brought a couple of days earlier. Looking at her room, which already contained a wrought-iron bed, a chest of drawers, a desk, and a chair, Berry began unpacking all her things.
"Are you sure you're going to unpack right now? Aren't you tired after the journey?" her mother asked, standing in the doorway of the room.
"No, everything is fine." Berry smiled slightly, sitting on the bed and sorting out her clothes.
Mara smiled back and sat down next to her daughter. She put one arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple, then sighed.
"Don't stay up too late. If you can't fall asleep at all, don't be afraid to wake me up, I'll sit next to you and try to help." These words already started to bring tears to Berry's eyes, which is why she simply buried her face in her mother's shoulder, knowing that she would always feel comfortable next to her.
She really did spend the entire night putting things away. Cosmetics, clothes in a separate small dressing room, CDs, vinyl, and stationery. When the sun began to rise over the water and the entire sky instantly turned yellow and pink, Berry was able to try to go to bed with peace of mind.
An hour passed. Two. Three. Hundreds of attempts to change her position, the side of her pillow, or the position of her blanket were in vain. Thinking it was the air, she walked to the large window and, opening one side, simply looked ahead, breathing in the clean, frosty air. Listening to the birds singing, Berry poked her head out slightly to better examine the street in the sunlight. Lots of new, colorful houses, bright gardens filled with different kinds of flowers. Turning her head to the right, her heart seemed to stop for a second.
A boy stood on the balcony of the neighboring building, one of the group of teenagers she'd seen at the supermarket yesterday. Now that there were no prying eyes around, she could get a better look at him. His slightly tousled brown hair peeked out from under the hood of his black hoodie, and his calm expression, looking out at the breaking dawn.
Having lost track of time, Berry came to her senses only when she saw the stranger's head turn in her direction. Shocked, she immediately moved away from the window, hoping he hadn't had time to see her face.
I haven't written for a long time + English is not my first language
