Chapter 1

~Cannon~

       I should say something. I really should. It wasn't the hard to just say something. Anything. No matter how many times I told myself to just speak up, I couldn't. Something inside of me wouldn't allow it.

       Maybe because I was used to it. Maybe because I was hoping the outcome would be different this time.

       I was foolish to think that.

       Things were never going to change here.

       I was really starting to get a headache with my parents arguing back and forth, especially since it was over the stupidest thing ever. Then again, when wasn't their arguments about something stupid?

       I was just trying to eat the sandwich I made peacefully, but then my parents decided to both walk into the kitchen and that was when the argument broke out. I really did want to say something to get them to stop.

       I finally had enough of them and said, "Can you two please, for once in your life, just stop arguing?!"

       They did. Momentarily. 

       I knew it wasn't going to last.

       Both of my parents looked at me. "This has nothing to do with you, Cannon," Dad said.

       "Nothing to do with me?" I repeated. "I'm your son and I have to deal with this bullshit every single day! You don't think I have enough stress in my life right now? My parents arguing in front of me makes it ten times worse!"

       "Watch your tone of voice," Dad said sternly. 

       I just scoffed before getting up from the stool I was sitting on. Why did I even bother? It was like talking to a brick wall.

       I started heading out of the kitchen with Mom calling, "Where are you going?!"

       "Where do you think I'm going?!" I asked, though I wouldn't be surprised if they had no idea, despite them being best friends with my best friend's parents.

       Once, I stayed over at his house for a week and my parents didn't even notice. Sometimes, they would, but I only stayed over because they were in one of their tiffs. I hated being home when they were caught in one.

       I left the house and got into my car, leaning back in my seat and releasing a deep breath. Maybe I should just crash at Hunter's for a few days. Or weeks.

       Might as well actually move in there.

       I started up the car and pulled out of the driveway before heading to Hunter's house. At least I knew there wasn't going to be any loud arguments there.

       When I pulled up to the gate of the house, I rolled down the car window to punch in the code that opened the gate. It slowly opened and when it finally did, I drove onto the driveway and parked my car there before getting out.

       I had keys to the house since I came over a lot, most of the time unannounced. They were all used to it and didn't mind at all. I mean, Hunter's dad knew my dad their whole life, and my mom became best friends with Hunter's mom in high school. His parents knew how much mine argued.

       As soon as I walked inside, I heard a piano's melody coming from the music room and I immediately recognized it as one of the songs Hunter has been working on, so I immediately headed over there. I didn't disturb him since he was currently singing the song, his back facing me. I just stood in the doorway and watched.

       I loved watching him sing. I loved watching him doing anything really.

       And I hated it.

       Being in love with my best friend was the worst thing that ever happened to me. I knew we would never be anything more but that didn't stop me from wishing that we could be.

       But at the same time, I didn't want to risk it. He was my best friend and he was always there for me when nobody else was. I didn't want to lose that.

       Hunter must have felt my presence because he suddenly stopped in the middle of the song before turning around and looking at me. "Hey," he said. "How long have you been there for."

       "Not even a minute," I said. "Can I come in?"

       "Yeah, of course," he said, so I walked over and sat down beside him at the piano. "Your parents are arguing again?"

       "Is it that obvious?" I asked.

       "Kind of, yeah," Hunter said. "When you show up unexpectedly and it's not your parents, you wouldn't hesitate to interrupt me singing and start being a pest to me. Everything okay?"

       "My parents are arguing again, so what do you think?" I asked. "I'm just waiting for them to tell me that they're getting a divorce."

       "You really think they'll get one?" Hunter asked.

       "Why not?" I asked. "They already got divorced twice before. Another time won't make a difference. I just... I hate how much more stress it puts on me. The record label is expecting me to finish my debut album soon but I have a bunch of school work and now, my parents arguing."

       "I'm sorry, Cannon," Hunter said. "I really am. I wish there was something I can do."

       "You can let me crash here for a while," I said.

       "Yeah, of course you can," Hunter said. "You're welcomed here any time you like. So I was working on one of my songs, but since you're here, how about we watch a movie? Or play a video game? Or do anything you want?"

       "No, you shouldn't stop working just because I'm here," I said.

       "Cannon, you came over for a reason," Hunter said. "You're feeling upset, so of course I'm going to stop working and spend time with you. You're my best friend and I want you to feel better."

       I smiled. "Thanks, Hunter. I'm kind of up for a movie. I love the home theatre here."

       "Movie it is," Hunter said, getting up from the piano bench. "And if you still feel bummed afterwards, you'll do whatever you want until you feel better."

       I had the most amazing friend in the world.

       And it sucked.

       Because I was wishing for a lot more.

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i am so excited to finally start writing canter's book! i regret not making them official soooooo much and i want to treat this not like an au, but i can't because they show up in major vocal and zander's book and i can't change it :( :( :( :(

ANYWAY, i'll still enjoy writing this and i hope you enjoy reading this.

and it's 1;15 am ahahaha. but here's a gif before i got to bed:

(i'm cake af and i don't regret it)(it's up to the point where i think of them whenever i see the food cake)(or when i listen to valentine)(i spam this all the time)

full plate don't wait have your

and eat it too