| Chapter 8 | I'm Trying |
It's been a week, and now Saturday was shining through the window of the sleepy Hana. She really didn't want to get up. Taehyung texted her late in the night last week saying how cute she was and that only made her smile very big. Why did she smile? She didn't know herself.
She liked Taehyung but not enough to say she liked him, liked him.
She responded with a shy "Really?" Since she really didn't know what to say to him. She waited until another reply was sent but quickly regretted it. It broke her a bit that such words would hurt her, and even she thought she had a chance with him. Taehyung sending how he didn't want people to know made her feel so stupid. Letting such words hurt her, and letting herself be fooled like that, it annoyed her.
She left her phone to charge under her pillow and turned around to look at the ceiling. She thought a bit on how she'll talk to him today. He might be acting as if everything was okay between them, or even ignore her today she didn't know. She was desperate to know, but afraid to find out.
She looked over to her brother who slept soundly in his bed. She smiled as she got up lazily from her bed. She headed to the bathroom in the hall with her clothes, showering and brushing her teeth. She let her hair looks as it dried naturally and curly hair began to appear as it dried. It took her a good a hour as she stepped out the door of the bathroom.
She headed to her room to seize her instrument and she saw that Max wasn't in his bed. For sure she knew Max was eating already, so she took her Cello to the living room and set it in a safe place. Like if on cue, Max walks into the living room with a bowl of cereal in hand.
"Good morning," He says as he swollows his food in his mouth.
"Morning," Hana responds with a sigh.
"What's wrong?" He asks. Hana sighs again, this time unintentionally.
"Well..." She began, turning to him as she thought through what she was going to say. "Taehyung texted me last night and he told me I was cute and a nice girl."
"Ewe." He chuckled at his remark but Hana didn't faze. He noticed her uncertainty in her face and he knew it was more than just a text from Taehyung. He was curious to know why she was so unsteadily unstable. "I'm sorry. Continue with your story." Hana nodded and continued.
"He texted me and I answered with a 'Really', but what unsettled me was what he said afterwards." She shook her head lightly as she sadly walked to the kitchen. "I'll just tell you later, okay?" Max didn't say anything. He followed behind her as she made herself a cereal. He wasn't sure if this conversation should wait until later, but he trusted Hana that she'll tell him, so he didn't worry.
"I'll be waiting for that conversation," He said with a smile. Hana looked up at her brother and smiled, taking a spoon full of cereal.
After finishing her cereal, she grabbed her cello as she walked out the door with her grandma, brother and the keys to the car. They headed off to the park to check if anyone was up top the hill yet and to their luck no one seem to be. Hana drove off to her audition which was being held in her old high school. This audition was her opportunity to enter a University either out of the country or far from her town. She made this decision before the deaths' of her parents, and she has thought this over and over, whether she should leave Max and Grandma, or take the chance. To her surprise, she didn't think she would audition. The only reason she's doing it is to see if any of the four Universities would take her. If by chance they do, then she'll decided from there.
As soon as she arrived at her old school, she got a text. She hesitantly took out her phone and looked at the name. It was Taehyung who texted. She really didn't want to answer and just stared at the phone for a while until Max looked over her shoulder to look. "Taehyung texted you. Aren't you going to answer him," He asked her.
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