Julie and Luke were sitting at the piano, trying to figure out what song they were playing tonight.
I say on the couch, flipping through my notebook, doing the same.
"What about this one?" I called to Luke, showing him a song.
He comes over and leans over my shoulder.
"That's really good actually. It'll sound good on piano and maybe we could get Flynn to do something for the track."
"Why do you sound so surprised?" I asked him.
"I'm not. I know you're a great writer it's just that the things you write about aren't the things it seems like you're thinking. Your musical style and lyrics don't match the you you show everyone else."
"Well I don't like giving myself away. People like to believe what they see and sometimes what they don't do if I show them something then it's a representation of how they see me, not how I actually am." I say, writing little notes in the song.
"Are you like that around all of us?" Julie asks, coming to sit on the couch.
She moves my legs out the way and sits down. I rest my legs back in her lap and show her the song.
"You decide for yourself." I say.
She looks over the song and looks at Luke.
"This is her. You must not know her that well." She says, handing the book back at me.
"Ha ha." I say, leaning my head neck to look at Luke.
"I guess not." He laughs, looking at Julie and me for a moment before shaking his head and walking away.
"What's up his butt?" I ask her.
"I don't know. He's just been acting odd lately. Distant." She says, looking at the boy who's now across the room, playing with the tuning on his his guitar.
She looks back at me and I just shrug.
I close my eyes and lean back once more. Julie unconsciously rubs little circles where my jeans are ripped at the knee.
The contact causes me to freeze a moment before relaxing and deciding to just not let it freak me out too much.
Time skip
I look down at my outfit in the mirror one last time before I hear the door open.
(Outfit above)
I turn to see Julie and Alex walking in. When Julie sees me she stops for a moment before saying, "you look great. I love your hair."
She takes one of the pieces of hair that fell out of my bun and twirls it around her finger before stepping back, I look at her outfit and she looks just as good as always.
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