Little Moments

Chapter 6

"Hey." He says with a huge smile spreading across his face.

"Hey." I respond with, an awkward smile also creeping up onto my face. "Are you busy?" He asks, a smile still plastered on his face.

"No. Why?" I ask, a little confused. "Well, I told you that I would show you around sometime, didn't I?" He says with a light chuckle.

I cross my arms and lean against the door frame as I say, "Yeah, but I wasn't expecting you to today."

He laughs and says, "Well, do you want to or not?"

I think for a minute before finally saying, "Sure. Why not."

He holds out his hand, and just as I'm about to take it, I remember I am supposd to be watching Taylor. "Oh, I'm sorry I completley forgot. I have to watch my sister."

He smiles once again and says, "She can come too."

And just after he says that, as if on cue, Taylor walks out from her room and says, "Who's here Katrina?"

I grab her hand and say, "Come on, we're going out."

I close and lock the front door behind me, and we all start walking out to the driveway. "So, where are we going?" I ask as I look up at Corey. I've noticed he's about five inches taller than me. He looks down at me and says, "I was just thnking of showing you guys around. So just wherever the road takes us, I guess. By the way, I can drive. Is that okay?"

I nod and say, "That's fine." I realize that he hasn't torn his gaze from me, and I can soon feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.

"Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?" Taylor asks.

My eyes grow wide as me and Corey both awkwardly laugh and I say, "No. This is Corey."

I face Corey and say, "Corey, this is my little sister Taylor."

He extends his hand out and shakes her tiny hand as he says, "Nice to meet you."

Taylor returns a smile, then lets go of his hand. "Let's get going." Corey says as we walk up to his driveway. We climb into his car, with me in the passenger side and Taylor in the back, and we're off.

After about 10 minutes of driving and small talk, we pull up to a small building with a sign that says Push Play Records. Corey then hops out of the car and opens the car doors for Taylor and I. "Why are we going here?" I ask.

Corey faces me and says, "Because this is one of my favorite places in town. I thought that I'd share it with you." And with that, he starts heading for the front doors of the building. I grab Taylor's hand and follow him.

As soon as I walk in, I hear all sorts of dulcet sounds of melodies being played by different instruments. I look around and see a man sitting at a piano playing a melody, a girl probably about the same age as me sitting by the wall of guitars, deciding which one to choose, and a boy attempting to play a set of bongos. It was a cute, little music store.

Taylor lets go of my hand and runs towards a key board, and starts to play random keys, which makes me smile as I watch her. Seeing her play the keyboard reminds me when we would go to Grandma's house for Thanksgiving each year. I can almost smell the aroma of turkey and rolls as I remember all of the family coming. We would all get together and eat and play board games. Being with my family was always when I made the best memories.
Anyways, Grandma had a piano in her basement, and Taylor would always go down there and start banging on random keys, which always drove me crazy, but I would give anything to be back in Tennesee with my family. Especially my Dad.

My thoughts are interrupted when Corey walks in front of me and says, "Follow me." So I start to follow him to the back of the store. We then approach a tiny blue drum set, and Corey sits down and starts to play a simple beat, getting faster each time he plays it. I smile and nod my head to the beat, as he continues to play. He wasn't any professional, but he was pretty good. He continues to hit the drums and symbols, as I watch him in admiration.

He finishes the drum solo with the crash of the two symbols, and looks up at me with a smirk. "How was that?" He asks.

I give him a reassuring smile and say, "Pretty good." The corners of his lips turn up even more as his cheeks start to turn a slight shade of scarlet.

I turn around and see a row of shelves full of CDs and vinyls. I'm captivated by all of the album titles and covers, and I wonder what story is hidden behind each song. And next thing I know, I'm walking towards them and searching through them. There's all sorts of genres, from heavy metal, to pop, to country. "Katrina, I want to go home." I look down to my right to see Taylor leaning against the shelves of CDs, looking rather bored and unsatisfied with the bantam music store.

"How about we go take a walk?" Corey says as he approaches from behind me.

I shrug and say, "Why not?" So we follow Corey out of the door, and we come to the side of the road.

After waiting for all the cars to pass by, we walk across the road and start on a trail going along the side of the road. After about five minutes, we pass a little wooden playground, unlike the big one I met Corey at. "Can I play there?" Taylor asks as she looks up at me with puppy dog eyes. I look at her big, brown eyes that she got from Dad, and I give in to her adorableness, like always.

I release a loud sigh and say, "Alright, for 10 minutes." Her puppy dog eyes light up with excitement as she takes off towards the monkey bars, tripping on the way, making me laugh.

I sit down on a nearby bench, Corey following my actions as he sits down next to me.

"So, what's your story?" He suddenly asks, his eyes filled with curiosity as they stare into mine.

I ponder for a couple seconds before I respond with, "I was born December 4th, my favorite color's green, my favorite month is July, and I'm 17 years old." I look back at him, the corners of my lips tugging up slightly.

He chuckles and says,"That's all very nice, but I mean your real story. How you got here."

The corners of my lips start to fall, as I think of my story. "I don't talk about it." I say, looking up to the cloudless sky, and big tree providing us with shade.

Corey gives me a frown and says, "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry, I just-"

"It's fine." I say with a light chuckle. It amuses me that whenever he does the smallest thing wrong, he feels like he has to apologize a thousand times.

"What about you?" I ask.
"What's your story?" He smiles once again, crinkles forming at the ends of his eyes.

"I was born May 20th, my favorite color is red, I love donuts, and I'm 17 and a half years old."

"Donuts, huh?" I say, raising my eyebrows in an amused manner.

"They're my weakness." He says. I laugh a genuine laugh, as he gives me a satisfied smile.