He carefully mounted the wide-framed picture on the sitting room wall and stepped a few paces back to observe his handiwork.
The serious faces of Chester Bennington on the mic, with the rest of the band in the background, stared back at him.
Abel's smile widened.
He had done it.
He slowly turned to look around the spacious room that he now called his.
Only this time yesterday, he had been facing the threat of living on the streets. How could he have foreseen such a turn of events?
One thing was now for sure: no matter how this story unfolded, Linkin Park was officially part of his journey.
Just like he had insisted during negotiations with the two roommates, Abel had already received his advance weekly cut of ten grand.
For guys who claimed they didn't make that kind of money, it hadn't taken them any time at all to get him the cash.
All in cold cash of course
That was something he was gonna have to get used to.
thanks to :
mimicreads; for the golden ticket and the ice cola
AmericanNinja85;for the golden ticket
Tyler Rodriguez :for pizza and countless ice colas
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