Rejects (l.h.)

4- He has talent!

2010- November 5th
Kristina's POV...

The driver pulls to the side of the road and stops. Me and Lucas walk off of the bus. Two giants, everyone says I should ask him out. By everyone I mean Ash and Ashton. I don't talk to them anymore, we just ignore them a lot. We walk down Lucas' short driveway and enter his house. His mother is in the kitchen. His dog Molly greets us at the doorway. It was very easy for me to remember her name because I have a dog named Molly. I bend down and pet the top of her head. We walk into the kitchen, "Hello Mrs. Hemmings!" I say and wave to her. Luke grabs and apple and throws it to me. I catch it and he kisses his mother on the cheek and we run up to Luke's room. I sit on his bed and take a large bite into my apple.

"Can I have a bite?" Luke asks. I throw it to him from across the room. He catches it and take a huge bite, just about the whole apple.

"HEY! I want some too!" I shout at him. He throws it back to me and I catch it and eat the rest. He soon starts to dig around in his closet and he pulls out a guitar case I has never noticed. "Since when do you play guitar?" I ask him. We walks it over to me and sits down on the bed next to me.

"Well, a long time. I know that you do. Plus you write amazing music!" he says and nudges me. I never told him I play guitar or did I ever show him my song book. That little spy!

"You looked in my song book! I hate you!" I yell at him and push him off of the bed. Why would he do that! He gets back onto the bed and he takes the acoustic guitar out of its case. Then he reached under his bed and pulls a leather cover book out. He writes music too. Okay, I have always known that he has had talent but not like this! He opens the book and flips to a page with a song titled "Sick" and I read through the lyrics really quickly. It was awesome. He played the chorus to me. I fell in love with the song. I told him to tell me the rest. "I forgive you, you are amazing!" I jump up off of his bed and jump around his room chanting the chorus to "Sick" I was obsessed!

"Here," he hands me his guitar, "Sing one of your songs."

"You expect me to remember a song that I hate?" I say taking the guitar.

"What do you mean?" he asks. He pulls me back down onto his bed. I sat next to him looking into the blue eyes of his.

"Every song I have ever wrote I absolutely hate."

He sits there with hope in his eyes and just stares at my face. I look over his baby face and just memorize where everything is placed. He has something I cannot put my finger on but I know he has something. "PLEASE!" he yells. I think he shattered my ears. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!" he screams and throws a temper tantrum.

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP!" I yell back to him and he sits down when I stand up. I put my hands on the strings and start to strum the strings. Back and forth. I hate him. "I don't like you. You smell like poo. Lucas is a turd, and I will always hate you!" I sing to him and jump around like a crazy maniac. Well I am always like that.

"Who was that about?" he asks standing next to me now. He comes to my side and hugs me and pulls me close.

"I love our hugs, but you smell like poo. Put some deodorant on!" I laugh and pinch my nose to make me seem like I was telling the truth about his smell. In reality he smells quite nice.

"Awe, do you really mean that? I work very hard at that!" we both laugh at his comeback and fall onto his bed. We spend hours mindlessly talking about absolutely nothing. He plays some of his songs to me and man, that kid has talent. In fact, that gives me an idea! I know what to do and how. I just don't know when or where. I mean this is going to be a challenging task. Yikes.

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Time flies and I must go home now. Mrs. Hemmings is now taking me home. She insist that I call her Liz, but I don't. I walk out of their front door with my book bag on my back. Mrs. Hemmings is right behind me. In just one more year I will be able to drive without an adult! We get into her car and I hop in on the passenger side, like always. She starts the car and we drive off.

I get to my home and  she lets me out. I thank her for the ride. Instead of going inside like usual I go deep into the woods to the little shack. Now is when I start my planning. This will be the best idea in the world, but who knows. I am only fifteen years old!

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