The Beats In Rift

Chapter 3 & 4

Chapter 3

Meadow

AFTER THAT DAY we became inseparable; the boys took me under their wing. I spent every day with them, and if one was busy the other never was, so I always had one of them to hang with.

They bought me my own guitar for my fourteenth birthday; Jared and I wrote songs together. I called him Rift because he inspired my rifts. When I first told him this he laughed so hard he actually cried. When I asked what was funny he informed me I had mistaken the word, and in fact it is guitar Riff but it was too late. Rift stuck and that was what I called him. My nickname, Beats, was used by everyone except for Justin. He would call me either, Beats or Meadow depending on his mood.

The twins were so different in personalities, but so close as brothers. Jared was a musician. He was rougher around the edges, and he was into rock and heavy metal. Justin was a high school dream; he played football, dated the popular girls, and had good grades. The dynamics of their home life reflected this. Their Dad, Markus, was all for Justin. He was into the football dream and pushed Justin hard. Their Mom, Josie, on the other hand, had a soft spot for Jared, and Jared's adoration for her was evident whenever they were in the same space. She also loved having me there but their Dad didn't. He wouldn't speak to me and often I caught him glaring at me. He, like everyone else, assumed there was more to my relationship with his boys than just kids being friends. I heard him talking about the apple not falling far from the whore tree once to Josie, but I ignored it because the truth was, for the first two years of our friendship there really was nothing more to my relationship with them.

I loved them both. They changed my life, made me feel worthy and not trashy the way everyone else had always treated me. But things were about to change.

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Chapter 4

Jared

"HEY, GUYS," BEATS says,walking into the music room where me and my band are practicing a new song. Ihad asked her to go over the lyrics last night. Her pretty hair sways over hershoulders, and her violet eyes find mine. God, she's cute. Not just in the I'm a teenage boy and every girl with tits now grabs my attention cute. She is, without a doubt the prettiest girl in the school and I've crushed on her from the first day she handed me her lyrics. Just looking at her makes me tap out a new beat. She's my muse but she's so scared of being judged by her mother's reputation, she never dates. She hides her figure under baggy clothes; to this day I don't really know what type of figure she has. She won't wear makeup, not that she needs to because her face is perfect. I've admired, loved and protected her, while being what she needs - a friend. Every time I kiss my sort of girlfriend, I see Beats in my mind. I know that's shitty but she doesn't see me or anyone that way, so I have no chance with her. When Jess asked me out in front of all our group of friends, I couldn't really say no. We had been make out partners for a few months, but I'm in love with Beats, so I kill time with Jess. I may be young but I know how I feel, puppy love or not, It was still love.

"Hey, Rift. I rewrote a couple of the lines in the chorus but apart from that it's really good."

She smiles and my heart skips like a pussy-whipped choir boy.