My prince in a Gaming headset?

Chapter#7

*hey guys not so sure where this is gonna go anymore. lets just wing it;)*

Mac falls back on the couch tossing me a cold crush can, and tossing Mariana a coke. i stay in my spot and smile. so, mystery girls got skills huh? Mariana smiles at me and this sends a shiver down my spine. she is so chill here, so calm. might be that we just whooped her elder brother at her favorite game or that we are at her house. i don't know. but i love that smile on her face, i hope to keep it there. i stand up placing my crush on a side table.

"hey guys, wheres your bathroom?" i ask both hands in my black skinny jeans, my grey button up a little wrinkled. who cares? i had so much fun today.

"Mariana, show him to the bathroom." Mac says getting up and walking to his room. Crap, is he leaving me with her? As Mac turns the corner i catch a smile. He knows ill flip, ass. But hes a pretty good friend, i guess. i sigh and look up to an expecting Mariana.

"Alright gamer guy, follow me." She says and takes me back down a few stairs, at first i think"is she kicking me out?" but then she takes a turn and leads me to two doors and gestures to her left and leans against the wall.

"Are you just gonna hang out here?" i ask, i mean shes just standing there.

"No stupid, I'm moving to the side so you can get by with out this being awkward." she laughs and runs a hand through her hair making it seem softer.

"Ill be out back if you need anything." she says and leaves me in the bathroom door. what makes her so , i don't know real? then i realize why I'm there and close the door.

Mariana

i walk out in to the back yard and go straight to the shed where i usually keep it. i bend down, and grab the cold bronze key from under the mat and head on it. As soon as i open the door with a ton of shoves and close the door most of the way so i don't get stuck in here.

i go for my moms guitar case under the bed and open it quickly as if it wheren't there, as if this one piece of her could be gone.i come her to practice, every Saturday, at this time to play your beautiful by James Blunt. Its dedicated to my mom(and dad but more so mom) i smile feeling a hot tear come down and fall to the floor as i sit with the black acoustic with its white cherry blossoms painted on it. i take a breath and begin.

****David

 i open the back glass door with ease as it slided open. As i step out and shut the door behinde me, the first thing i notice is the sound of a familiar song comming from a old shed that looked years older than the rest of the house with the door a partial way. Its like theres a mini concert back here, i walk up calmly to the shed do to hear the song end and it didnt end like most do, it ended with muffled sobs. i push the door enough so i can get in and i step in to see Mariana bawling her pretty eyes out her mascara running little trails down her face over a guitar on the floor.