Keys to Love

Chapter 3

Chapter three

Sunday, 12:35p.m

I'm playing piano, in my bedroom, at home. I don't think this is a surprise to anyone at this point due to the fact that I play piano at the bar during weekday evenings. Alex is coming over to have dinner with me today this evening, so I made sure to get up at a decent hour. Ever since the day we met, the thought of his name and us just being close to eachother and making out keeps coming back to my head. I can't stop thinking about it! It's like he's casted a spell upon me, some fake love potion that won't go away. Maybe it's his looks, maybe it's his stellar posture, or maybe it's just the fact that he's a kind and caring man that I'm obsessed with. Whatever it is, it's making me fall in love with him faster compared to any other man I have ever dated or been with.

He's just perfect and I want our relationship to last.

I don't know what we're going to talk about tonight, but I really hope it has nothing to do with my past relationship in high school. I sigh and go back to playing a piano cover of "Viva La Vida" by Coldplay. Some drunk ass woman walked up to me when I was preforming last week and begged for me to play it. (The begging really wasn't nescessary, but she was drunk as hell so I let it slide.) I get several requests during the week, so I always have a jam packed schedule of "Songs to be Played." Just for the hell of it, I made a list and have been adding to it for the past three years ever since I was twenty one and started playing at the bar.

My plan is to make this dinner extra special for Alex. He told me that he's always busy on Sundays, so I want to make sure he feels relaxed once he comes over. I didn't want to be nosy and ask why he's so busy, so hopefully he'll feel better about that. I finish playing the song and walk over to the kitchen. It's quiet and cozy, just the way I like it. Of course, that never, ever lasts and an obnoxiously loud knock on the door breaks the silence. I jump, startled by it and groan.

"God damnit," I shout. "Just let me be in peace for once!"

I trudge over to the door and open it, surprised by the face I see. Rachel. Wonderful.

"Hey, girl," She says squekily, her voice reminding me of a chew toy. "Did you see that snack at the bar last night?"

I stare at her, truly confused and very paraniod. "What the hell are you talking about? Also, why the hell did you come to my-"

"Oh my GOSH! You don't know what I'm talking about?"

"Nope."

Rachel gawks dramatically, scoffing as if I just said a sixty year old looks like a snack. "That boy, he was staring at you so intently, you'd think he stalks you."

My heart stops and my body floods with goosebumps. Alex. She's talking about Alex. "W-what?" I'm too stunned to speak.

"Oh c'mon," she says, sounding annoyed. "You can't be serious."

"What?" I give her a puzzled look, much more confused compared to before. "I'm really confused right now, Rachel."

"Ugh, you make things so hard for me, Em! Can't you tell? I like him! Gosh, how ignorrant are you?"

No.

No, no, no.

She can't like him. Now I have no chance of being with him! I go stiff and slam the door shut in her face, locking it swiflty. She bangs and shouts the atcrocias nickname she gave me, but I ignore her. I race over to my cramped bedroom and swiftly pick my phone up. My face falls when I see no notifications from Alex. What if he likes her and not me? What if yesterday was all just a roose? But then again, he wants to go on another date with me...