The Write Thing

Chapter 13

I couldn't be more happy as I played on the guitar Rafa just gave me. I can't even recall how long I've been sitting while playing on this guitar. There's nothing wrong with it and is working completely fine, nor does it looks old. Which only makes me wonder why he decided to throw this away. I guess rich people never really cared about that if they had money to afford a new one.

And I guess that doesn't matter to me anymore. Regardless how excited and fascinated I'm to own a new guitar. And not just a new guitar. This one feels and looks expensive that my broke ass could never afford one. I can't wait to play and write new songs with this.

When Saturday comes I was excited to drop by his apartment. I haven't been able to thank him. And although he doesn't seemed liked to be thanked I still insist to give him my thanks at least.

With a huge smile plastered against my lips, I greet him, "Hi." as soon as the door opened to his apartment.

He looked like he just woke up that he didn't quickly recognize my presence. But not long enough when his eyes went wide the moment he realize I was standing in front of him. Clearly wasn't expecting to see me out of nowhere.

"What are you doing here?" He asked me just after he came into realization.

I smiled once again before speaking. "Well, I just thought maybe I can visit you and thank you. I really loved the guitar you gave me. It sounded really good, and I like it." He stares at me a few seconds before nodding his head, slowly.

"Is that what all you have to say?"

I squinted my eyes at him. "Aren't you gonna ask me to come in first?"

"And why would I do that? You've already said what you'd came here for. There's no other reason for us to be talking here." His statement made me roll my eyes.

"C'mon. We were just talking about life last time. I thought we could get along and be friends you know."

"I had enough friends. I don't need for another one." He said and was about to shut the door close but I quickly held it with both my hands. "Seriously?"

I really don't know what to think about this guy anymore. Last time, we were just talking about something I never thought I would be able to talk with someone. And not just that. He even decided to give me his guitar out of all the people he probably knew. But then now, he just turns back to that same person I first met, which is just too much.

I seriously don't know what feel about it.

"What now? Are you gonna stare at me the whole time? We had no other business to be talking here so you're free to leave."

"But I have a business I want to offer you... or maybe ask you." I said as soon as he finish his words. Making his brow met his other brow as he look at me in the eyes.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

I cross my arm over my chest as I glance back straight to his eyes. "I want you to teach me how to write a song." I didn't know what he was thinking that time as he remain looking at me with blank face this time. "You told me my writing sucks, and my Uncle probably sees that too. I mean, I just thought, that's probably one of the reason why he doesn't likes me."

"Since when you figure you can just walk up to someone and ask them to teach you how to write a song?" He asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Probably just this day." I said and pushed the door open. I walk inside his apartment and settled myself at the couch before he could even protest.

"And now you just entered my apartment." He walk up to me and send me a lot more serious look this time.

"Not like this was my first time." I can tell how he's becoming annoyed as he keeps running his fingers through his wavy hair.