His Song

Chapter 5: The Secret Hideout

I felt my heart go to my butt and my face get pale. I didn't want to hear it. Not going to lie, but I found Brendan really attractive. Like REALLY attractive.

It was 7:30 and everyone left. I pulled out my phone and texted Autumn.

Me: Autumn, I just died.

Autumn: What happened

Me: Brendan and his parents came over for dinner and after we ate grinded up pork, chicken, and beef in a cylinder shape served in a bun, we (as in me, Brendan, Kayla, Helena, and Nee) talked. Nee asked Brendan, "When someone tells you that you look like a Frerard offspring, how do you react?" He answered that he takes it as a compliment. Helena asks, "What's a Frerard?" I answer that it's an OTP. Kayla asks what an OTP is. I answer that it stands for one true pairing. They ship us, and it came out to be Brenna. Then Brendan says that he has a girlfriend whose name is Veronica back in New Jersey...

Autumn: NOOOOOO

Me: Yeah...it killed me on the inside a little

Autumn: #somuchforbrenna

Me: Tell me about it

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The school week drags on, but it was already Saturday. I wake up around eleven in the morning to my phone going off, signaling that someone was texting me. I decide to get up and check my phone.

Brendan :D (1 Message)

Brendan: Wanna hang out later...like...soon?

Me: Sure. At noon is fine with me

Brendan: Kk. See you then

I put my phone down and walk out of my room. I was still pretty ticked about what happened Monday evening when Brendan said that he had a girlfriend. Was I getting feelings for him? I'm just afraid he'll get his heart shattered due to long distance relationships. They never work out. He was so sensitive, and seeing his heart broken would kill me on the inside more.

I brush my teeth so they wouldn't smell like crap, and straightened my hair. I put on my red skinny jeans, my My Chemical Romance "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge" t-shirt, and my black Converse "One Star". I also put on eyeliner and mascara to pull attention away from the multiple break-outs on my face.

An hour flies by, and it was noon. There was a knock at the door, and I answer it. In the doorway stood Brendan with an acoustic guitar strapped to his back. He also had his lip ring in which looked HOT. I try to hide myself blushing the best I could.

"Ready?" he asks. I answer, "Ready when you are." I look at the kitchen table where Kayla was sitting, and she gives me a sympathetic face. I know, honey, it hurts.

We leave, and Brendan asks, "Do you know where we're going?" I answer, "Yeah! Just follow me."

I lead him to our other property. I didn't have a key to open the gate, so we just climbed over it. It was our property, so it wasn't trespassing. "Watch out for cow crap," I said. He replies, "Well thanks for the warning!" I respond, "No problem, buddy!"

We pass the cows without a problem, and we make it down to the creek. We each find some tree stumps to sit on, and pulls his guitar around so he didn't get it dirty or even broke. Brendan lays back on the surprisingly wide tree stump, and starts playing random chords. He starts playing chords to a song I recognized, and started singing along with it.

These are the eyes and the lies of the taken

These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours

They burn 'cause they are all afraid

For every one of us, there's an army of them

But you'll never fight alone

'Cause I wanted you to know

That the world is ugly

But you're beautiful to me

Well are you thinking of me now

These are the nights and the lights that we fade in

These are the words but the words aren't coming out

They burn 'cause they are hard to say

For every failing sun, there's a morning after

Though I'm empty when you go

I just wanted you to know

That the world is ugly

But you're beautiful to me

Are you thinking of me

Like I'm thinking of you

I would say I'm sorry, though

Though I really need to go

I just wanted you to know

I wanted you to know

I wanted you to know

I'm thinking of you every night, every day

These are the eyes and the lies of the taken

These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours

They burn 'cause they are all afraid

When mine beats twice as hard

'Cause the world is ugly

But you're beautiful to me

Are you thinking of me

Like I'm thinking of you

I would say I'm sorry, though

Though I really need to go

I just wanted you to know

That the world is ugly

But you're beautiful to me

Are you thinking of me

Stop your crying, helpless feeling

Dry your eyes and start believing

There's one thing they'll never take from you

He finishes, and I'm in shock. I didn't know he was that talented. "That was amazing," I say in shock. Brendan shrugs and says, "It was nothing. I consider it 'My Song' because it's the first one I learned how to play on guitar acousticly. I was planning on singing it to Veronica, my girlfriend, but we just had to move." I suddenly felt like dirt. This song meant a lot to him apparently, and he was going to sing it to his girlfriend back in Jersey. "I'm really sorry," I said with sympathy in my voice. Brendan shrugged again and said, "It's no big deal. I hope to go back someday and see her. We never call, which sucks. I don't know if I can carry on with this." I respond, "Just do what's best for you. If you wanna stay with her, good, if you don't, it's whatever. I just don't want to see you get your heart broken due to a long distance relationship, which never works." He replies, "I'll think about it." I say, "Good."