Soulmates •Josh Kiszka•

Danny and Sandy.

(For interpretation for this chapter, listen to Flower Power)

"You're the one I want."

-

I went over to Josh's house what felt like everyday after school and any weekend we both had free to practice the script. Sometimes it felt like we weren't practicing though, and we were really just enjoying being in each other's presence.

Emily would tease me about going over there so often, even though she was there just as much but she said "at least Sam and I are dating!" which would make me nauseated every time because they were literal children.

Sometimes, Josh and I would do other things then go over the script like playing jokes on Jake- that was the best part. He would get so upset, and their mom would have to break things up, and I couldn't help but to giggle.

I would stay late and watch the boys practice, but each night, the more nights went on, Kyle stopped coming. Them playing without a drummer was okay, but they would have sounded even better with one. It had been weeks and they still hadn't found a drummer; they had a big gig this weekend, the weekend before the play, and Josh was stressing out a little about it.

"It's okay, you guys will figure this out!" I reassured him, taking a drink of my water.

"Sam is suppose to be bringing one of his friends from school, but the last time he did that, the guy didn't know how to carry a tune on the drums" he shook his head, "it is really Jake's dream, but I can't let him down like that." he put his face into his hands.

Before I could say anything more, Emily came around the corner, "he's here!"

I tapped Josh's shoulder and we both headed out to the garage.

"Hey, I'm Danny.." a tall kid with dark hair smiled towards us.

"Hey," we all exclaimed, trying to sound nice but we were all a little nervous.

He turned out to be a really great drummer, actually. He was telling Jake that he played guitar too, and Jake reassured him he was the guitar player, of course.

I was jamming with Emily to their music when their mom came out to the garage.

"Lex, your father called, he wants you home," she smiled and I thanked her, saying my goodbyes and heading out the door.

I walked home, which was only to the back of the Kiszkas.

"Why do you go over there for so long every night?" my father looked up from his newspaper. Unlike most people that read it in the morning, but this time of night was his morning.

"We practice our script for the play," I stated, heading for the stairs.

"The Kiszkas" if I said that, then he wouldn't assume it was for the boys, and wouldn't get as flustered.

"Those crazy people?" My dad scoffed, him and the Kiszkas dad were in a bit of a grass cutting war the last I knew, which was pointless in and of itself, but not for two 45 year old men apparently. My mom and Karen had always been great friends, and my sister had been swooning over Jake since the 3rd grade when we moved here.

"Dad," I sighed, shaking my head.

"You should be studying more, that would have gotten you the credits and then you wouldn't have to deal with this whole play scenario." he raised his eyebrow, before I could say anything he cut in, "and plays don't get you into Harvard."

"Maybe I don't want to go to Harvard." I stated, going up the stairs. I still wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but it sure wasn't going in my father's footsteps. I guess he had nowhere else to turn, my sister and I were the only kids my parents had. My sister had always been the favorite, whatever she wanted to have or do growing up was fine by my parents, well I should say my dad. She had no clue where she was going yet but,, my dad didn't see a problem with that. We were only 11 months apart, which is why we are in the same grade, but we were never mistaken as twins. She was tall and blonde, with blonde hair and green eyes; I was medium height with brown hair and blue eyes.