The Longest Duet

Chapter Three

You wouldn't think the sound of a car turning off would wake someone up, but I have alwasy been a relativly light sleeper and as soon as Riley pulls the key out of the egnition, my head shoots up. 

He glances at me amused but refrains from making a comment. We get out of the car, me closing the door a lot harder than I mean to, and walk up the pathway to his house. 

His house is made out of different shades of gray stones and is two stories high. 

We walk side by side until we reach the door, which he lets me enter through first. 

Once inside I stop, taken aback. His house is a wreck, it looks as if someone broke in while we are gone, but I quickly realize no one was here by the unsuprised look on his face. 

"What happened?" I ask taking a couple steps forward. There is a whole bunch of sheet music littering the floor, along with important looking documents, files, and recepts. 

He glances at me and sighs. "Sorry, I didn't realize I would be having a slumber party so I didn't really bother to clean. I've just been sort of busy lately." 

"Sort of is an understatment." I whisper under my breath, but of course he heard me. "I mean, I don't mind or anything, but it's usually so organized." 

"Yeah, well, I don't really have time for organization." He rolled his eyes, and I pretend like that didn't hurt a little. 

I bend over and pick up sheet music to 'Spring' by Vivaldi. I look at the notes fro a minute and just picture me playing it for an audition. Maybe I should play this for my concert. It would sound impressive. 

I pick up some more sheet music and begin making a pile. 

"What are you doing?" He asked. 

I look up from where I'm kneeling and then start collecting more. "Well, you don't have time to clean, but I have all the time in the world right now." 

"Spencer, your tired, and I can clean my house myself. I'll get you some clothes so you can go to bed." He starts walking up the stairs not even giving me time to argue. 

I sigh and look around. I see his violin case sitting up beside the couch in his living room. An idea comes across me and before I can stop myself I'm making my way over and pulling the perfectly sculpted inturment out of it's case. I run my fingers across the strings and pluck each one in turn to make sure they are in tune. I set down the sheet music I had been holding and shift through the papers until I find 'Spring' again. I look over it and then start playing. 

I play for I don't know how long, but I finish the peice and when I look up I see Riley leaning against the living room wall, looking over at me. 

"Yes Spencer, you can play my violin." He says mockingly and smiles.

I smile, put the violin back in it's case, and stand up. 

He tosses a shirt and a pair of basketball shorts at me, which I catch with ease. 

He sits down and picks up some papers nearby, and starts reading them. "You know where the bathroom is at." 

I roll my eyes and walk quickly to door around the corner. Once inside I start changing and look in the mirror. I look around until I find a wash cloth and clean my make up off. After one more look in the mirror, I leave the bathroom. 

"Do you want anything to drink?" He asks as  re enter the living room. 

I look at the ceiling in thought. "Well what do you have?" I ask. 

He stands up and holds out a hand fro me to take, which i do all too willingly and he leads me into the kitchen. His kitchen has white counters with black marble tops, an island with black bar stools, and a dinning room table that seats six a little off into a seperate portion.

He opens the fridge and I hop up onto the island, despite the fact that I could just of easily sat in one of the stools. 

He glances up and then leans into the fridge examining the choice of beverage. 

"Ummmm there is water, pepsi, sweet tea, orange juice, apple juice, or I could open a bottle of wine." He says. After he is done calling off the list he leans against the counter and looks at me expectantly. 

He knows all to well what I'm going to say but I take my time just for fun. "Hmmmmm, I don't know." I put my finger on my chin as if in thought. "There are sooooo many choices, but I think I am going to have to go with wine." 

He already has the bottle out and is uncorking it. "Really? I would never have guessed." He says pouring two glasses and handing one two me. 

We smile at each other and he winks before we each take sips of our drinks. 

"So where am I going to be sleeping?" I ask. 

"If you want you can sleep in my room or you can sleep in the living room. It's up to you." He replies. 

I look at him, now realizing how tired he actually looks. "Well I don't want to intrude." 

He laughs a little. "Trust me, your not intruding." 

"Where are you going to sleep?" I ask taking another sip of my drink. 

"Don't worry about me." He starts migrating back into the living room and I follow. We both sit on the couch and he starts looking through papers.

"I could help you." I say swirling what was left of my wine around in the glass it's in. 

He felt him glance up at me. "You don't have to." 

"But I want to." I reply. Truth us I'm super tired and would love to lay down and let sleep take me, but I don't want to leave him up by himself doing something he would probably choose sleep over anyway. 

He hesitates before shrugging. "I guess if you want to." 

We sort through papers for a good hour and a half before I claim to take a break, but as soon as I lay my head down on the couch pillow, I'm out. 

Authors note

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This is honestly a really short chapter and all but it's really just a filler. Plus it's not the best chapter ever written. This story does not have a lot of views at all so I don't even know why I'm really writing an author's note but I am, and I promise the next update will be a lot longer and up quicker than this one was. I just have not had like any inspiration to write. Any who, to anyone who actually reads my story, I hope it's good so far and if you have an sugestions or what not just comment!!