My Little Penguin

Chapter Six

Catt's POV

I closed my eyes, knowing that my fingers would automatically move to where I wanted them on the slender neck of my custom, royal blue Fender guitar signed by Kurt Cobain himself. It was the one thing I loved most in this world. My dad bought the guitar when he was 22 years old and died when he was 36. When he died,I was 14 and it was the only thing he left me in his will. Everything else, I couldn't touch until I turned 18.

Still strumming absentmindedly, I mourned over my father's death. It had been two years but it still hurt it still hurt.

I stopped playing when I realized I was still in my school clothes. My black hoodie and black jeans were making me sweat now in my home where the air conditioning was so weak during the spring and my long hair sticking to my forehead and the back of my neck.

I put the guitar back on it's stand by the bay window and made my way to my room. It wasn't much.

Cream coloured carpet and a full size bed I've owned since I was 8 years old. Along with a small wooden desk that my dad spray painted black for me and a black dresser with six drawers that held the few clothes I had. That was all the furniture. On the wall above my desk was a cork board with pictures of my dad and I when I was little, beside that and on all the other walls were posters. Mostly band posters. Some overlapping each other. Nirvana, Pink Floyd, We Came As Romans, Jimmy Hendrix, Crown The Empire, Johnny Cash, Bob Marley... if there was an artist or band that I liked, it was on my wall. I stopped and admired all the thin sheets of paper that held so much meaning to me. A small smile formed on my face.

I was broken out of my stare when there was a light knock at the door. I groaned under my breath, thinking it was just my Aunt who had probably forgotten her key somewhere again. I pulled my hoodie over my head, fixing my short sleeved Pierce The Veil shirt that had gotten caught with my hoodie and risen halfway up my stomach. I tossed the hoodie on my bed and made my way to the front door, opening it, prepared to bring shame upon my Aunt. I closed my eyes and crossed my arms, shaking my head in disapproval.

"Aunt Jen, you better stop forgetting your key or I'll just leave you outside." a smirk crossed my face and I opened my eyes, revealing a face that didn't belong to my Aunt Jen. My smirk quickly fell from my mouth and a bright red blush covered my cheeks. It was a girl with long, wavy brown hair and 3D glasses with the lenses popped out. She had a look on her face that showed that she was trying her hardest not to start laughing.

"Well I'm not your Aunt Jen but I did just move in next door..." her voice was so pretty, an Irish accent, clear and thick. I got a good look at her, hoping she wouldn't notice. She had on a white crop top that rose halfway up her toned stomach with a denim cardigan, a maroon skirt and light brown boots and a killer smile. She was hot. "Like what you see?" she asked, a smirk clear across her big pink lips. My face heat up again and I looked at the ground.

She stuck her hand out with a chuckle.

"I'm Emily." I looked up into her sparkling brown eyes and took her hand in mine, shaking it.

"Catt." My American accent was suddenly depressing by comparison to her sexy Irish one. She smiled at me, and her eyes scanned me up and down. I blushed again and her face lit up.

"Oh my God! I love Pierce The Veil!" she yelled. I smiled awkwardly and nodded. She took notice of my silence and looked at me like she wanted to ask about it but refrained.

"So I came by earlier to say hi cause I saw your car in the driveway and you were sitting in the window playing guitar. It was really pretty so I waited until you were done. Did you write that song yourself?" she looked genuinely curious so I nodded and a small smile formed on my face. "I know we just met but I plan on being your friend so, I noticed you don't talk much. Why is that?" I didn't know what to say. She wanted to be my friend. I couldn't pass that up. Right?

I mustered up all my courage and took a deep breath. I didn't have to be afraid of her. She was so sweet, I didn't see anything going wrong with this.

"I-I jus-st have r-really ba-ad soci-al anxiety-ty." I immediately started blushing. I sounded so stupid with my stutter. While I was wishing I could just crawl into a hole and die because I just stuttered horribly in front of one of the hottest girls I've ever seen, she just stood there with an expression on her face that I couldn't read, which was only making me more nervous.

I took a deep breath before speaking this time. "Please say something." I waited for a moment but she didn't say a word. I began to think I scared her away and she was contemplating a way to leave without completely crushing my heart. But that wasn't it either, all at once, she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into her, wrapping her arms around my waist tightly. I was in shock. It wasn't until the moment that I went to hug her back did I realize she was way shorter than me. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and hugged her back not as tight but, still there. I thought to myself 'I'm such a sucker for short girls' .

I was so happy, I almost whined when she pulled away. "I have to go help my mom and sister unpack. I'll probably be back late tomorrow." She gave me a wide grin and shoved a torn piece of paper in my hand. I looked down at it and saw little numbers scratched down in sparkly green ink along with lanky letters that spelled out text me whenever followed by a winky face. I smiled and looked back up and she was walking across the grass into the next yard where the moving truck had vanished. I turned around, re-entering my house and pushed my back against the door, a huge grin plastered on my face. I just made a friend.

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Hey guys! I'm sorry this chapter kinda sucks, I was so uninspired but hey Emily's here now. Thoughts on her? I'll try and make my next chapter better. I promise. Love you guys!

~Kitty