*Adrians POV*
I was so happy when Alex had texted me back. I know this will sound silly but, I thought he was killed or something. You'd think that too if you hadn't talked to your boyfriend since school got out.
Bailey and Nick had left an hour ago, making it almost ten. Dad should be home soon. Then I'll go to sleep.
"Adrian! I'm home!" Dad called from the door where he had just walked in.
"Hola! Combo estas?!" I happily asked, obviously speaking Spanish.
"The fuck you do with my daughter?" He asked.
"You could have at least answered my question." I fake pouted.
"I don't even know what you said. I don't really speak Spanish." He told me.
"Wow, I'm surprised. You're this big rock star who tours around the world. And you dont know Spanish. That's sad." I said as I hopped on the kitchen counter.
"How much Spanish do you know?"
"I can sing one of your songs completely through in Spanish."
"oh can you?"
I then proceeded up to my room where I hooked my phone up to my speaker and played Lost. Dad had followed me up there, knowing what I was going to do.
The words started and I sang along in Spanish the best I could keep up.
"god damn, that's impressive, Kid." He said, he seemed proud of me.
"Thanks, pops!" I chirped.
"Well, I had a long day at the office. I'm going to go sleep. Good night." He yawned and walked off to his room.
"Yeah, night." I yawned and fell back in my bed. I slowly drifted off to sleep, glad that tomorrow was Friday.

Notes

It's very short I know. I guess it's a filler. I didn't really know what else to write so this came up and. boom. It's a short chapter