The Experiment (Draft)

Recreation

Owen:

I watch Lydia and Lucas come into the house holding hands. Do they have something going on? I don't know, but I wish they would tell me. As soon as they see me, they let go of each other's hand, but they still stay close. How odd.

"How about we go and explore that other room upstairs?" Luke offers.

*****

When we open the door, we all collectively gasp. What I see reminds me of the Room of Requirement in Harry Potter, where Ginny and Harry hide the journal, but organized. The room is full of shelves, one half is of books, the other CD's. There are three chairs, one white, one green, and one blue. On the white one is a ukulele, on the green is a football, and on the blue is a basketball. Of course, they are our individual past times.

"Lid, I didn't know that you played the ukulele." I stare at the little blue instrument sitting in the white chair.

"Yeah, I've played for about two and a half years."

"Oh yeah! I remember that! You brought it to school one day for the talent show!" Luke exclaims.

"Will you play a song?" I ask.

"Well, I don't really think it's in tune."

"Well, there is a tuner right here." Luke picks up a red circle on a clip. Lydia cringes, clips it on a plucks a few notes, but doesn't change anything."

"It seems like it was already in tune."

"So play." I say

"Alright, but if your ears fall off it's you fault."

She plays an intro, and sings. 

"Don't you worry there my honey,

We might not have any money,

But we've go out love to pay the bills.

Maybe I think you're cute and funny,

Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you, if you know what I mean.

Oh let's get rich and buy our parent homes in the south of France,

Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance,

Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain makin' everybody look like ants,

It's you and I, you and I you and I."

We all sit there silent for a moment. Luke was studying Lydia, but she was looking down in her lap, her pale cheeks blush red. I knew that she was in choir, but so were a lot of other people. It surprised me that her voice was so high and clear, there was no vibrato to it at all. Her regular voice was normal, and kinda had a vibration to it.

"Man, this is a nice ukulele, it's very easy to play." She says, standing up. "Hows about we find a basketball hoop somewhere and play until it's time to get ready for dinner?"