(Dean's P.O.V)
I walked out of the Hospital, to my dad's black BMW.
I got in the front seat, and immediately looked in the back, for Liesl. When I didn't see her, I started to panic, where was she? I needed her.
"She was dragged on home, Son. Ace and Mason came to get her about twenty minutes ago. She didn't go willingly, she sure puts up a fight, but she had me promise to tell you to give her a call when you got home and were resting in bed."
I nodded slightly, wishing she could rest in bed with me.
"She sure is quiet, isn't she? Had Ace tell me for her." He inquired.
I smiled, thinking of my quiet little girlfriend.
"Yeah, she is." I replied.
"Does she talk much around you?"
"Er, well, she speaks when she thinks she should, and when she does, I fall in love all over again."
"Hahah, falling so soon? Didn't she just get here?"
"Yeah, she did. But I can't picture myself with anyone, but her."
"I understand, that's how I felt with your mother. But she broke my heart plenty of times, before I was able convince her she was the one. Be careful about how you put yourself out there, Son."
"Yes sir."
(Liesl's P.O.V)
The whole time I was studying, Dean was the only thing I could think about. When I finally finished, I went straight downstairs. Everyone went out to do something.
Jack and Linda went out on a date, Ace and Mason took Chris to go watch Cinderella at the Cinema, they offered for me to go, but I told them I had to finish homework.
I walked into the living room, where there was a large, flat screen T.V, two dark leather couches, a coffee table, fireplace, and a little door.
The door lead to a little room, with a piano, a drum set, a couple guitars, one electric, one classical, and one acoustic. There was a banjo, a bass, and a mandolin.
When my family was alive, I would play the piano in our parlor, for hours, or even just minutes.
I sat down at the piano bench, scooting it to my liking, then opened the flap that cover the keys.
I sighed, remembering how wonderful it felt, to lose myself in the melody.
I started playing Evgeni's Waltz, taking my time, but I didn't have to remember. It was all in my head already. The keys were already there, in my mind. I would often play just slightly tapping my fingers on the table, hearing each key in my head. I don't do it anymore, probably, because this is the first time I've played piano in months.
I got to the more difficult part of the song, constantly going going back and forth with two fingers because I could barely reach, but I did it without a problem, I felt the keys flow under my fingertips, the familiarity giving me comfort. The song slows, the picks up, once again forcing my pinky and thumb, then going back. Slowing down, I finish the song, and immediately start playing a new one.
At random, Never Forget from Halo3 pops into my head, and I play that without having to stretch at all. I learned how to play this, by ear, and my mom teaching me. She taught me the main notes, then I did the rest by myself.
I can't read music, but if I watch someone do it, or hear it, I can usually teach myself.
After I finished that, I played Lake Erie Rainfall by Jim Brickman. During the evening, I just kept playing, until my fingers started to hurt, and even then, a little more, because I love the piano so much. I would have played more, but Ace came in and said it was time to eat.
