My Angel Has Good Music Taste

Chapter four: Teen Wolf and Harry

Chapter four: Teen Wolf and Harry

~My Angel Has Good Music Taste~        

A/N: Click play to listen to the song for this chapter :D

A few days later, I'm in front of the TV. I'm watching some of my favorite episodes of Doctor Who. My feet on the coffee table, some food next to them, my arms all over the sofa. Right when Amy enters the Tardis for the first time, Cara enters the room. She sighs when she sees me. "you're watching that shit again?" She asks me before she walks to the kitchen.

I don't even look at her. "There was a time this wasn't shit, but heaven for you."

"Yeah well, that time is clearly over," she yells.

"What do you watch now?" I ask, rolling my eyes. "Teen Wolf?" I hear her sighing again. "Do you think I don't know you watch that too? You're drooling every time I catch you."

I shrug, knowing she's right. "I just, really like Lydia."

"You mean the red headed girl?"

"It's strawberry blonde."

"God, you sound just like that guy that crushes on her, what's his name..."

"Stiles."

Cara comes back to the living room with some chocolate in her hand. "You really watch that show!"

"Or," I say waving my finger at her, "I just watch it with more attention than you do."

Yes, I watch Teen Wolf. I guess it's just my guilty pleasure.

Cara sits down next to me, some chocolate in her hand and her hair up. She smiles softly as The Doctor says something. "Ha!" I say, "You ARE enjoying it!"

She shrugs: "Isn't that the purpose of these kind of things?" I choose to not say something back, knowing we would have a fight. And we're doing so well the last few days. We should have such little board on the wall, saying how long we haven't had a fight. It would be helpful, but I'm too lazy to change it, for sure. And Cara isn't a bit more active than I am.

I've been laying on the couch for the last few days. Since I said all of that to Robin, I freaked out and called Enzo. He never laughed at me, like I expected, but came to my house and watched movies with me. But yesterday, he got sick of it. He told me to man up, get my life back.

He told me there was a party tonight. And I was going.

Time to get my social life back on the tracks.

"Cara?"

"Mhm?" She's biting her pink lips as she reaches for the chips on the table.

"Are you going out tonight?"

"Nope," she says, popping the p. "Why? Are you?"

I nod. "Wow, getting your social life back huh? What, did Enzo make you?"

I laugh at how she sees through everything and everyone, even my best friend. "Yeah, kind of.," I answer as I shrug. "But it starts pretty late, and I was thinking of going to the record shop first. Is there some music you'd want me to take for you?"

"Nah," she says, as she puts another handful of chips in her mouth. "You know I'm not that much into music."

"You say that, but I bet you just download all of it illegally."

"Yeah, maybe," she says, and she grins.

I take my keys and my wallet of the table, wave my hand at Cara and leave the house. I like going to the record shop when I'm nervous or overexcited about something. I like being in the middle of all that music. In a small room, full of CDs and records. We have a vintage record player at home, but I can only use it when I'm alone. Cara says my music gives her a headache. Well, here's gives me one.

Yeah, pretty hard comeback, huh?

As I reach the record shop, I see there's no one in the shop. I smile, looking forward to be alone a couple of hours before I go to that party. Enzo said it should be pretty cool, because it is this huge pool house at the lake. It's a birthday party, but everyone in this town is invited over, so I bet no one is going to give the girl something. I shake my head. That girl is going to be eighteen, and only five people on her party will give her something. I don't understand why she invited so many people. The poor thing is probably a popular wannabe.

I slowly push the door open. Inside, there is complete silence. Only the soft noise of Harry, the owner of the shop, who is looking in a magazine can be heard. I sigh happily. This was a great idea. Exactly what I needed after the whole Robin thing.

I cringe. Only thinking about her hurts. I wish I could see her again, but seeing the way how we separated, I don't think it's a good idea. The last few days, I could only think about the way she looked at me. Shocked, tears in the eyes, the way she hold her shoulders when she walked away.. she was desperate. I only wanted to help. I didn't mean harm. What was she so afraid of?

"Hey, Elliot!" Harry calls. "Nice to meet you man, it's a long time ago."

His deep voice and the big smile he has make me smile too. I have definitely missed this man. He walks around the counter to give me one of his famous, bone crushing bear hugs.

"Harry," I speak, "The human race needs air to live."

"What a shocking fact! You're such a smart boy!" he says as he lets go, and we laugh. "Is there something specific you search for today? I have some new records, a couple of Bastille, I know you like them.. oh, and this new guy, Woodkid. He's really good."

"Yeah, I'm not really up to date with Bastille, so.. and I want to listen to this guy too."

"So you're not here for something special huh?"

"Nah, I just really needed to be around music."

"I know the feeling," he nods.

I'm listening to Woodkid. It's a French guy who sings with a whole orchestra. It's just.. epic. "Oi, Harry, this is really good."

"I know, right? I will get a record out of stock for you, mate. You know where I am when you need me."

I nod, and he disappears through the door that leads to his stock room.

I look at some other records, new ones, old ones, when the door of the shop opens. I don't look up. I mean, it could be anyone. Harry has a lot of customers. Regular and just people who need some music.

I'm picking out a Bastille record, as I here Harry come back. I expect him to do his small talk with the customer, but he is extremely friendly.

"Hey! How are you?" I hear him walk around the counter, and as I look up, I can see him bear hugging a small girl with long, black hair.

My heart stops for a second as one thought crosses my mind: Robin. But it couldn't be, right? I mean..

Then I hear the voice: "Well, I'm here to listen to this French guy you talked about.." and the thought, the question, quickly leaves my mouth.

"Robin?"

As she turns around, I see her face drop, her eyes shocked, and I can only think: "Did it have to be her I fell in love with? Oh God, what do you want from me?"

~Hey, thank you for reading this chapter! I'm again so very sorry for not uploading for how long? Two months? I don't even know, that's how bad I am at this stuff. But anyway, the quote of this chapter is "What do you want from me?" from the song W.D.Y.W.F.M.? of The Neighbourhood. Yes, I love this band. Many quotes of them will follow, be prepared. I'm putting the song with this, like always.

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LOVE AND A BASTILLE RECORD~NENA X