Eyebrow Piercing

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WESLEY

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I am on my guitar strumming a couple of chords and trying to pick out some kind of pattern. I am forever trying to write songs, it's not like I never have, it's just that they never seem to sound right, you need that balance of personal thoughts but then also the right use of words and I just never seem to nail it.

I am crazy jealous of both Keaton and Drew, there songs are catchy, they have meaning, they have talent, and I'm just there with nothing but my guitar in hand. I just don't understand how the songs don't work, non of the words go or seem to mould together, it just sounds amateur, childish. I feel useless, artists that wrote their own music are the ones who deserve respect.

I can hear Keaton and Autumn downstairs, they came back a few minutes ago. They are laughing and talking about something that I'm too far away to hear. I hate to admit it but I am jealous of my baby brother, jealous of how freakin' nice he is, maybe if I was nicer Autumn would be more comfortable around me.

I hate that she flinches when I lean in closer, it kills me every time she takes a step back. It's not just my pride though, sure it hurts my pride like hell, but it's worse that she isn't comfortable, that she doesn't trust me. For some reason I can't keep the cool act up around her, I turn into the little boy I used to be. I don't even know why but I need to know her, I crave it though, my mind, my body tell me to get closer, like I need air.

I get lost in the music, that's one of the few thing I can still get lost in, the music is endless. Tunes that can go round and round and songs that make you remember a particular moment in seconds. Sometimes I want to get lost so deep that I can't find my way back up, so I'm lost in the waves of peace forever. I strum a little angrier than necessary, trying to block out the laughs and discussion I wish to be a part of.

I don't know how long I sit for, lost in the music, but I start to get hungry. Heading down the stairs I slow down a little, hoping to catch snippets of their conversation. Suddenly I stop myself, realising how weird that is. This is turning me into a mess, having Autumn here is turning me into some insecure girl. As if that blip didn't happen I carry on towards the kitchen.

I see Keaton and Autumn sprawled across the floor, they are spread out along the carpet. She's dressed in Keaton's clothes, I can tell, but she pulls them off effortlessly. Her hair falls softly to the floor, hiding her face from me. A few shopping bags are sitting by their feet but they aren't paying attention to that, they are both crowded around Keaton's iPhone.

"You guys have fun?" I ask breezily, trying not to act as interested as I am.

Autumn turns around and gives me a grin, it lifts my mood considerably. I find myself unexpectedly smiling back. I'm not used to this kind of feeling, the only other people that make me smile out of no where are Mom, Keaton and Drew. She makes me momentarily forget the unwelcome green tinged thoughts that run through my mind and feel pure happiness.

"So, Wes," she begins with the kind of grin playing on her lips that makes me worry about the rest of the sentence. "Where did the eyebrow piercing go?"

I smack the palm of my hand on my head. I thought everyone had forgotten about that, I had forgotten. It wasn't exactly the most thought out period I'm my life, tattoos and piercing were flying around everywhere and I'm surprised I don't have sleeve tats. I thought I was this super cool guy for having an eyebrow piercing, non of them had the heart to tell me I looked like I was trying way too hard.

"Keaton, you told her?" I ask, not really angry, more laughing at how stupid I was.

Keaton's face is one of guilt, he bites his lip. I feel sorry for him because there was no way he would have done this if he'd have thought it would have made me upset in anyway, and it doesn't. I just put it on for affect if anything, but of course U milk it fir all its worth. I guess we all have a past and if the eyebrow piercing is all Autumn knows about mine, that's cool with me.

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