Girl On Fire

6

'You'll probably forget about me when you leave.' Yeah right. I couldn't tell her just how much it would take to just forget. It would simply be nearly impossible and I wish she knew that.

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I tiredly rolled around the bed, kicking the blankets everywhere, not being able to remember where the hell I was for a second until I opened my eyes, having no recollection of when I passed out in her guest room. I turned my head slowly and saw black curls draped across the pillow next to me.

Oh shit. I didn't fuck her, did I?

I sat up and leaned a bit over the body next to me, quickly realizing it was Danny. I sighed in relief, holding my chest to save myself from a heart attack. I was afraid I could've possibly fucked up with her, making her think she was just a quick fuck and leave.

I rubbed my face with my calloused hands before standing up with a stretch, taking in the sight of the room. She had a tan sheet blocking part of the one window in the room, lighting the room up just perfectly in the afternoon sunlight.

The blanket on the bed that was over Danny was a deep forest green with the sheets being white. Over in the corner was an old white standing fan that was giving background noise and keeping the room cool. Over all, it was extremely comfortable and welcoming. It was like being a kid again.

I dragged my feet on the cold hard wood floor, shuffling to find her or really just anybody. I quietly opened her bedroom door, just in case she was asleep, but it wasn't her body laying in her messy bed. Instead, it held my youngest brother, who was sprawled all over it with his mouth opened.

I chuckled at how stupid he looked. I took one more look into the room, taking in the way she made it hers. She definitely had a couple of drawings of the band hung up on her walls instead of the posters we have on our shop. Most of her room held black furniture with white walls, covered in other posters. Some Beatles, a few Queen, the rest were tapestries with bright neon colors, hanging from her ceiling. The vibes were immaculate. I'd totally trip on acid in here.

In the corner on her night stand, I spotted a very bright pink bong, something I didn't expect a person so dark in color to own something so... girly. It was cute.

My eyes landed back on the half finished painting of me that was placed on the floor, leaning against her dresser. It truly was a fantastic piece. Something that would be worth so much and most likely hung up in a place that was important.

After staring at her room a second longer, I gently closed the door and walked down the short hallway to the living room where Jake laid.

"Where's... she?" I asked Jake with slight hesitation, it finally clicking that I didn't never asked for her name. Jake was barely awake on the couch.

"I think she's outside. I heard the front door open not to long ago." He mumbled. I nodded and started to make my way out the front door until he spoke again.

"Also, I think I'm gonna leave my guitar here for her." I looked at him with raised eyebrows. He only ever gives away the guitar picks but never the whole thing itself.

"Really?" I asked him. He must really like her then if he's willing to do that. A hint of jealousy pushed through me but I quickly pushed it down, seeing that it would be unnecessary to feel that way. He nodded.

"You have another guitar with you?" I asked him to be sure he wouldn't be guitarless on stage. He owned a few but wasn't sure if he brought another with him. He nodded again.

"Yeah." He mumbled tiredly, laying his arm over his eyes. I looked away and nodded, thinking about how happy that would make her. I patted his head.

"Okay, good." I said. "If you do, we all gotta sign it." I told him. He smiled and nodded again before passing out completely. I went out front, spotting her on the inside of her old truck.