I don't think I've ever been so happy for it to be Springtime.

[_rockprincess]

I'm so glad it's warming up again. Means there'll be more people out walking around, which makes it much easier for me to earn extra cash to help pay my share of things

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[sxysnakehulaboy]

I shiver as I walk in the door. The winter was clearing up a bit, but it was still pretty cold - well, at least compared to southern California.

Right now, all we can afford is an apartment close to the school, but I’m trying to save up some money to get something better. At least it’s been better than living in Sunnydale. We need something better. We deserve it. I wonder how Casey’s day was. I know how hard it’s been for her the last few months. When her song writing increases it’s more than likely it’s because her stress is too and she’s trying to find a way to deal with it

[_rockprincess]

"Hey you." I smiled back as he hugged me. "School was school, so we'll skip past that." I laughed softly, "I went downtown and played for a bit after...well, it's not much, but there's $3.45 added to the jar."

I knew I was a little bit overly happy about that small number, but for only a couple of hours, that's a lot of money, probably three loves of bread. And that means the money Mike makes can go to things that have to be paid at certain times like rent and bills. As long as we pay everything on time and don't attract any attention, we'll be fine.

"You got home at the perfect time, you know? Dinner should be ready in a minute." I said, before I really got a good look at his face, "You look tired...long day?" I questioned, concerned.

[sxysnakehulaboy]

"School's school, but school's important," I told her. It was probably another thing for me because I actually liked school. Lately, the same old had been tiring. "Awesome job on the playing though. I really like some of the new stuff," I told her. Truthfully, I knew nothing about music. I just knew that I liked hers.

I still wasn't overly comfortable with her playing for money, let alone her playing in public. What if our father did find us? What if she was discovered? She could be. She was that good. Everything could blow up in our faces. "Putting money in the jar. Always a good thing."

I emptied some tips into the jar myself. Today was a slow day. The jar didn't exactly overflow.

"Yeah, It's been a bit off a long day, but dinner? Sounding really good right about now." I told her. I almost forgot about the new guitar pick I had gotten her. Her old one was looking worn down. I placed a small box at her setting.

"What do we have on tonight's menu?"

[_rockprincess]

"I get that it's important, don't worry." I replied automatically to his comment about school, "And thanks. Always nice to know someone appricates it..."

He was still nervous about the busking. It was like a big flashing sign over his head, but how else were we suposed to survive? Part time work at a resturant just barely covers the bills, nevermind food or anything else, and this was something I was good at. "Definitely. Even if it's just a little at a time...every penny helps." I reminded him with a smile.

"Grilled cheese and chicken noodle soup." I replied, before noticing the box he'd put at my spot at the table. "What did you do, Mike?"

[_rockprincess]

"Well, okay, true. Therapy tends not to result in piles of Grammys." I smirked. "So I guess you're right about that." I agreed, half of me waiting for him to gloat about it, as I turned off the stove and started dishing up our now slightly over cooked food.

"And your writing's what exactly? A fun hobby?" I questioned. It was fair game since he'd called mine a passion.

[sxysnakehulaboy]

"A fun hobby, yes, right now. Not exactly someone I'm going to yet make a living of." I told her. It was true. They weren't looking for a 18 year old boy to write and report. It wasn't going to happen any time soon.

I go to bring the bowls of soup over to the table. My stomach growled.

[_rockprincess]

"Well, maybe not right this minute, but you're gonna have to get your foot in the door at some point, right? It's not like I can make a living off my music either....it's more like a...supplementary income to yours at this point." I reminded him. I couldn't help but feel it was mostly my fault he'd lost sight of his dreams. He'd become so focused on making sure I reached mine.

I quickly grabbed the ketchup from the fridge and sat down at the table as Mike set the soup down on the tables. "Sorry the sandwiches are a little bit blackened...I kinda got distracted..."

[sxysnakehulaboy]

"You will have your Grammy though. I know you will... and then maybe one day I'll make a living off your music." I teased softly. I got out some silverwear from a drawer to equipt the soup eating.

"Blackened can be good. Also gooey cheese helps."