Strings (A Reed Deming Fan Fiction)

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Song: Grenade - Bruno Mars

Kayleigh Pennel

He kissed me.

Why the hell would he do that?! He thought I was asleep. He's my best friend! Why would he kiss me?!

"You're so beautiful... I just wish you were mine..."

No. That can't be true. He can't have a crush on me. Can he?

Maybe that's why he's been acting different. Maybe that's what he's not telling me, why he looks at me with sparkling eyes. I mean, when we were done painting the tree house, he held my hand... No. I don't believe it.

I looked at the clock. 1:07. I glanced over to Reed. He was asleep.

I sat up in my bed and started crying. We've been best friends since he moved here. The kiss was the most amazing thing ever, but he kissed me without me knowing. He knew I would never have known if I was asleep, which he thought I was.

I felt angry and hurt, but I couldn't. He didn't know that I was still awake. I just had to pretend that nothing happened.

"Kayleigh?" Reed's weak voice echoed through my room. "Reed?" I froze. "Why are you crying?" he sat on my bed in front of me. "I-I uh... had a bad dream." I sniffed and wiped my wet cheeks.

"I'm so sorry..." Reed hugged me and rubbed circles in my back with his thumb.

This is so wrong, I thought.

* * * * * * * *

It was the morning of the auditions.

I'd been working my butt off and my audition song sounded pretty good! I was just worried. What are the judges gonna think when I audition? Will they like me? Will I go through to boot camp? More importantly, what is Reed gonna think when he finds out I'm auditioning? Will he be mad?

I decided not to get stressed over that topic and just get ready. It was a long drive to Austin...

First I took a shower. When I was done, I took my hair and started doing bobby pin curls in it. Then, I picked my outfit. I chose a flowy white tank top with a flowery cross on it and some ripped, light-wash denim shorts. My hair was still kind of wet so I blow dried the rest to finish drying it. Once it was fully dry, I took my hair out of the bobby pins. It bounced down over my shoulders and down my back. It was very pretty! It looked cute with my highlights. Then, I put on some makeup. I brushed some foundation powder over my face. Next, I swiped very little blush over my cheeks. I swiped some mascara on my lashes. I grabbed my colorful tribal-striped Chuck Taylor's and pulled them on.

I looked in the mirror. Wow, I thought. I hoped they would like me. I hoped I would do good. I just hoped for the best. I mean, it was all I could do. "Wish me luck, Krissy." I sighed. I grabbed my iPhone and my Ray Bans and walked out the door.

Reed Deming

I woke up and immediately was hit with a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I sat up and groaned. "Why did I sign up for this, again?" I asked myself.

I got up and jumped in the shower. When I was done, I ruffled my hair with the towel so that it dried off a little. I went to my closet and decided on what to wear. I pulled out some skinny jeans and a grey T-shirt. I topped off the simple look with a dog tag. I sat in front of the mirror flipping and messing up my hair different ways, getting frustrated because it didn't look how I wanted it. I noticed Kayleigh leaning on my door frame through the corner of the mirror. She smirked and laughed.