My mom was going on a trip for a few days with a friend. She was leaving me home. A few years ago she would never have done this, but now I was sixteen and she trusted me. I had never given her any cause for concern. I was quiet, did my schoolwork, and spent most of my free time at home. I was the perfect child. Which had its benfits.
I went grocery shopping with her yesterday so I would have food for the weekend. I made dinners about half the time anyway, so it wouldn't be that big of a deal in that department.
She left on Friday morning before I went to school. Christian wasn't there when we were cleaning. His room seemed neater than it had been before. He had a few more records and there was another guitar in the corner.
I had begun learning the guitar a few months ago. I could play a few easy songs from memory. But I had a beginner's guitar. It wasn't great quality.
This one was nice, really nice. I walked over to it. This is a bad idea. I picked it up carefully, sat on the edge of the bed, and rested it on my right leg. I strummed a G chord. The sound was lovely. This guitar felt so good to play. Mine vibrated too much.
One of the songs I knew was Like Real People Do by Hozier. I glanced around the room and decided to just play it once and then I would get back to cleaning. It was a fairly easy one to remember. When I was done I put the guitar back in its corner and sighed. Man, I wish I had one like that.
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Hannah dropped me off at my house after dinner. It was weird to not have someone greet me at the door. I decided to get my homework over with because I'm a loser.
After that I couldn't decide what to do. When I don't know what to do I practice my piano. I have a pretty nice keyboard and it's in my tiny room because we don't have anywhere else to put it. Usually I think of something before I'm done. I need to practice more often anyway. I really enjoy all types of music.
I was in between songs and my phone vibrated on my bed. I don't text very often. Must be my mom.
I got off my bench and walked over to it. It was still lit up but it was not my mother.
Christian: Heyyy
Oh, lord. Why is he texting me now? I don't know what to talk about. This is going to be awful. I hope he has a purpose otherwise it's going to be one of those cliché boring conversations that make me want to shoot myself.
Me: hi
Christian: what r u doin
Yep. It is going to be one of those conversations. Maybe he'll get distracted. He seems easily distractable.
Me: practicing
Christian: whut
Me: piano. I'm playing piano. Well I was
Christian: U HAVE A PIANO
Me: yes
Christian: CAN I COME OVER
I don't want him to come over do I? I mean, he'll see my room and my stuff and me and...my mother would flip if she found out. But I mean I sort of like talking to Christian, in person. It would be nice to get to know him better.
Me: sure
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The Difference - Christian Leave
Fanfiction"Love is the easiest thing to feel, and the hardest thing to find." Josie just cannot figure Christian out. He is hilarious, but at the same time can create beautiful music. As she explores his personality he has a plan of his own. I've never writ...
