Cherishing Cherry

Chapter 10

Cherry

Tyler. Tyler. Tyler. Ty-Rex. That boy, wow. Everything about him just makes me feel light headed and like I can fly. At break, when he put his arm around me, I practically had a stroke, but considering I choke on my food so much I seem to have strokes all the time anyway. I also noticed that Josh and Karly linked hands. That made me happy, for some reason. When the bell rang, I had to fight the urge to just stay put with Tyler's arm around me. But, I had to get up. I picked my bag up and slung it on to my back. Tyler stood up and grabbed his bag. He slipped his arm around my waist, and I smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder. A little handsy for someone I just met, but I couldn't blame him. He was the schools notorious player, according to everyone on the table. I don't know why I trusted him, but I did.

I took my time table out of my hoodie pocket and looked at what I had. English. Set 4, the highest one. Tyler looked at my schedual. 

"English, set 4. Hey! That's my set and I have english now." Tyler said. 

"No way!" I  said, not really believing it. 

"Yes way, and actually, it looks like we have most of our lessons together today." He smiled, a feeling of warmth and happiness spread outwards from my chest. Gosh, I was crushing bad. Looking ahead of me, I saw that these groups of "Popular Girlz" a bit like Taylor, standing in groups and glaring at me and Tyler. I didn't know why, and I didn't really care. I liked Tyler. Like, a lot. It might just be appearance-related, but frankly I don't really care. 

The day whizzed by. Needless to say, I spent most of it either trying to avoid or failing miserably (the latter happened more often) staring at Tyler. Guilty! But come on, who when they have a serious, doesn't have to fight the urge to stare at them. Tyler noticed a couple of times, causing me to blush profusely and recoil in my chair. He would smirk and shake his head in a kind of playful, teasing kind of way. At the end of the day, I collected my books from my locker, said goodbye to Tyler and Kiara. I walked up to Josh who was talking to Karly. Karly said goobye and walked off. Josh's jaw was hanging open again. I closed it and he snapped to attention. 

"Hey! Cherry! Uh, what's up?" He asked. He acted cool as usual, and tried not to look like he was blushing like crazy, by leaning on his locker, but ended up slipping and nearly falling over. I laughed as he tried to brush it off. I remembered why I went over to talk to him.

"Oh! Josh! Um, I was wondering, you know how you said you played drums? Well, uh, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come 'round my place sometime and just jam?" I asked.

He considered it for a momment. "Uh, I don't see why not. When were you thinking?" he asked.

"Maybe, today or tomorrow?" He took out his phone and checked his calendar. 

"Uh, well, I'm totally free for about three weeks, so, yeah, maybe today?" He confirmed.

"Sure! Uh, I'll just text ahead." I asked. I quickly texted Mum and turned back to see Josh doing the same. He locked his phone, looked up and smiled at me, motioning for us to get going. Together, we walked out and down the pathway to the street. I hailed a cab as Josh was atrocious at hailing cabs, and we got while I told the driver my address. Josh turned to me with a confused look on his face. I gave him a facial expression like, 'What?'. 

"You know that that's just two blocks away from my apartment block." he informed me.

"No way! That's so cool!" I enthused, tapping my fingers on the Taxi cab door.

We whizzed down the streets of New York towards my apartment.

We arrived and I payed the driver as we tumbled out of the cab. Of course I tripped on the curb again, luckily Josh moved like lightning and caught me. I smiled awkwardly, stood and neated myself up. We went through the door, greeted the receptionist, who looked very surprised that I had a boy with me. Josh flashed her his cheeky smile, taking her aback. Together we shuffled towards the elevator, clicking the up button. We waited, then stepped inside. I pushed the button to my floor, and the doors closed. We ascended, and got out with the ding the door made. I tried the door, It was open so mom must be home. I went inside and Josh followed behind, looking around at the apartment. I closed the door and we went into my room. I could hear music coming from the office, so Mum was working. I went into my room and dumped my bag on the floor, Josh did the same and closed the door behind us, leaving us alone in the room. 

"Whoa," was his simple reaction to my artsy room. He walked over to my drum kit as if in a trance, running his fingers over the skin of the drums, the cymbols. He slipped his fingers around the smooth wooden drum sticks, looking at me with wide eyes for confirmation. I nodded.

He took his seat and began to play. I easily recognised the song, Uma Thurman by Fall Out Boy. I picked up my hollow electric guitar and joined in, eventually singing the words subconciously.

"She wants to dance like Uma Thurman,

Bury me 'til I confess,

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman,

And I can't get you out of my head..."

We just played the song through and, if I say so myself, it was really good. We sounded awesome, like a real band. We just played through most of the album, American Beauty/American Psycho, then took a break and went out to the kitchen. I got out two Coca Cola Zeros out of the fridge and two packets of Squares crisps. Squares are the king of all crisps. I offered one of each to Josh, who had no idea what crisps even were.

He took them and we went back into my room, Josh sitting on my bed as I turned on my iMac and logged in. I quickly opened up Safari, brought up Youtube and searched "Laura Palmer - Bastille". We listened intently, Josh tapping his feet on the floor, leaning over the edge of my mattress. When it finished, I opened up the chords on my laptop and showed them to him. 

"I thought that maybe we could do this one," I asked.

"Well," he said hesitantly, "do you have the software to make the electric parts?"

"Kind of, but we can still do it, right?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Well, there's no harm in trying, right?." He stood up and sat behind the drum kit. 

"Wait." I said. I got my phone out, connected my Beats earphones to my phone and opened music. After choosing the track, I paused it before it would play and handed it to him. He slipped the earphone in.

I picked up my guitar and we began to play.