creative differences adrian ft. sarima
Adrian looked around his room, taking note of how empty it seemed to be without all of the extra things cluttering it. It was nice, actually. He could breathe and relax now, and he didn’t have to worry about people messing with his things or putting anything out of place. While he couldn’t deny that he missed his now estranged best friend, he knew for a fact that this was for the best. That they didn’t need each other anymore. They grew apart, and they needed to separate. It was for the best, and Adrian was slowly but surely coming to terms with that. After spending the better part of the day rearranging and cleaning his new solitary bedroom, he found himself laying back on his bed, his stuff panda bear clutched against his side while Sex Pistols blasted through the speaker of his phone.
He had always enjoyed that band, it being one of his favorites. While he didn’t really get along with his father, he had to admit that he had great taste in music, and he could spend hours fishing around in the older male’s music collections, playing albums on the authentic record player that he had sitting in the basement of his old home back in Manchester. Just the thought of Manchester made him sigh, and he almost missed the place. Almost. He wouldn’t go back, at least not anytime soon. Too many memories. Both good and bad. And he knew for a fact that he wasn’t ready to face them. Six songs into the band’s first album, Adrian felt a presence at his bedroom door and he looked up, frowning slightly. “Yeah?” He asked, the person standing their catching him off guard. He never expected to see her willingly stopping by to see him.