Band of Happiness

Band of Happiness- Chapter 5

I know I haven’t updated in awhile, but I’ve needed some time to heal mentally, and come up with some new plot ideas. For all of the anti-smokers out there- I know it’s bad, k. But I’m young and reckless, so HA! J Also, please vote, comment, critique, share, and publicize! All the good stuff! I’m going to update more often. I just needed a break. Also, the next few chapters will most likely have some drug use. That doesn’t mean you have to stop reading because it goes against your values, k. Love you all! xoS

Chapter 5

I woke up to the vibration of my iPhone. As I answered it, all I could hear was shouting.

“You’re not staying in that wretched town! You’re coming to West Palm. I will not allow my only child to live alone, or with another family!”

“Mom, I’m fifteen! You raised me to be independent, and that’s exactly what I am. Just talk to Nick’s mom in a few hours. She’ll let me stay here okay. I’ll enroll back in school, and Mikky can take care of me too.”

“But…”

“Mom, its six in the morning! Call me in a few hours, okay. We’ll chat then.”

I hung up before she could yell at me further. Nick was cuddled around me, and I didn’t want to wake him. However, I was wide awake so I carefully got out of bed, put my hair up, and took a shower. When I came out, I put on a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, and took out my songwriting notebook. Rick and Cole had given me a few choruses to work on, since I can’t, for the love of god, write a good chorus. I was always a lot better with lyrics, for some reason. I had just gotten to the bridge of the second song, when Nick woke up.

“Morning” he grunted. That instantly made me laugh. Obviously, we both weren’t exactly morning people.

“Listen Sarah. I yesterday, the kiss….I mean, I like you, but more as a friend. I don’t really want thing to be awkward if we’re gonna be sharing a room, you know.”

I sort of figured it was the case. I mean, I missed him too, but it was just too easy. The last thing I needed right now was relationship drama.

“Yeah, don’t worry. I get it.” I smiled as I looked out the window at the gorgeous weather.

“Band practice today?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I think we should do something a little more fun today. I was thinking of playing a little football in Kirkland with the guys. Wanna come?” He asked.

“Definitely! But I finished writing one of the songs. I wanna give it to Cole, so we could go eat breakfast somewhere with the guys.”

“Sounds good. I’ll text them…11 sound good?”

“Yeah sure.” I decided since I was already a bit stuck, I’d just change and then we could go. I picked out some ripped denim minishorts and a cream vintage cropped tee. As I was pulling on the tee, I could have sworn he was staring at me, but I ignored it. Then again, his abs weren’t the worst view either.

I tied my converse, put on a pair of Ray Ban aviators, and was done.  We walked downstairs, and I saw a big rectangle-shaped package waiting on the stairs. Nick checked the label.

“It’s for you.”

I opened it with a pair of scissors Nick got, and as I could see what it was, I screamed.

“My keyboard!!!!” I exclaimed, jumping about a foot in the air. Nick just stared at me and laughed.

“Who sent it?”

“My Dad. It didn’t fit in my suitcase.” Just like Nick had taught himself the guitar, I had taught myself the keyboard. I loved it to death. It was a little scratched after years of use, had stickers all over, and smileys on the keys, but it was mine. An authentic piece of me.

We brought it upstairs, and then left. Taking the bus into Kirkland, we shared Nick’s iPod. He stared out the window. I, on the other hand, was lip syncing the words to all of his songs. Occasionally, he’d look over, see me, and smile. I loved his smile.

We got out at our stop, and I, out of habit, lit up a cigarette. Sitting on a bench, Nick looked at me.

“Those things are soooo bad for you,” he said.

“I know,” I replied, inhaling the smoke. He then leaned over me, grabbed the pack, pulled out a cigarette, grabbed my lighter, and surprisingly lit one up. I stared at him, stunned, for about 30 seconds.

“Since when do you smoke!?” I exclaimed.

“Awhile now, off and on.”

Wow.

Kinda blah, but still- Nick smoking! Nick and Sarah scared about commitment! Comment!! J