Crash

Chapter 2

"You play?" He asked, pointing to the guitar in the corner of my room.

"No. I tried. But no." I giggled.

He stoked the stings with his muscular hands and played a song.

I was impressed. "So I assume you play."

"My older brother taught me." He spoke quietly still focusing all of his attention on the strings.

"Are you guys close?" I asked.

He stopped playing and sat up straight. "So what do you do?" He changed the subject. "For fun."

"I read."

"Nothing else? No hidden talents? Anything?" He smirked. I could tell he was different.

"Hmm." I thought for a minute. Suddenly I stood up excitedly. "Okay you won't believe this!" I laughed sarcastically.

I cracked my knuckles making it look like I was about to do something amazing. He raises an eyebrow curiously. I grabbed my elbow and brought it to my face then stuck my tongue out and licked it.

"Magic." I bowed.

"Now that takes skills." He applauded.

"What do you do?" I smiled. "For fun."

"Um I write a little, go to school, work, see my sister. Nothing special." He spoke. "My roommate usually drags me along to random parties like tonight."

"Johnny?" I asked. He was the one hooking up with Kendall.

"No. Thank god he's not my roommate. He's a dick. He just owes me some shit." He said angrily.

"Oh..." I said.

"I like you. You're different." He laughed.

The both of us had a ridiculous grin on our faces. I don't know if we were still high or just genuinely happy for the first time.

Once he put the guitar down, he layed on my bed and stared at the writing on my ceiling. "Can I write something?" He asked.

I handed him a sharpie marker and watched him as he wrote two bold letters on the ceiling.

Us.

I made a confused look at him.

"I feel like there's everyone around us doing their own special thing in life but aren't genuinely happy. Then there's just us; not really sure." He explained. "And I like that. I like how we are different from everyone but happy while doing whatever it may be. It's just us."

I grinned again. "Who said I was happy?"

He squinted his eyes and lifted an eyebrow.

I smiled. "What's your name?"

"Crash."