Eventually I was returned to my house.
My lousy excuse for my hiatus that there was a chess club meeting this morning on account we are trying to arrange a tournament soon. Gabriel bought the story and I returned to my room, texting dean. We didn't even really talk about much seeing as our social lives are unimpressive.
I laid on my bed and listened to the music he liked (i learned to like it too), I hugged my pillow as if it were him, and when I closed my eyes, I presented it was. It wasn't the same as the real thing, though.
The real thing was bigger and stronger and held me close because the real thing loved me. Someone ACTUALLY loved me. That is probably the best feeling in the world!
But I wasn't supposed to tell anyone.
I texted Dean. 'I have sixty-four dollars saved up. Maybe we can go on a proper dinner date sometime.'
'Save your money, Cas. We can continue our stye of doing this relationship our way n put our extra money in a jar. Cas and Dean travel fund. I've gotta few extra bucks myself.'
I grinned and ignored the grammer errors. It didn't seem to matter anymore.
'Okay. Smiley face.'
'Cas it's :) not "Smiley face."'
I face palmed. I felt like such and idiot. How did I not put that together?"
'Alright :)'
'I have something fun planned for tomorrow.'
'Oh?'
'But I can't tell you. It's a surprise.'
We continued at this and I felt like a seven year old girl. But I was happy. And he was happy. And that's all that seemed relevant.
But then I got thinking.
He had given me so much and I have hardly contributed.
So I had an idea.
Dad had given me a guitar before he left us. I could learn to play. Oh! That's perfect!
So I got on the computer and read about the instrument before I took it out from under my bed. Gracie sat on my shoulder and nuzzled her head by my ear. It tickled and I stroked her gently. We both stared at the screen. Little Hobbits were lined up across the top of my monitor.
I stared at the strings on my black guitar suited on my lap. I picked at the different ones in a fluid motion and familiarized myself with the different sounds it made. I watched videos and printed out notes and sheet music.
I must have sat there the entire day because Gabe called me down for dinner.
I did go eat, but fairly quickly and returned back upstairs to my guitar where I attempted to play a song by Kansas (Which is another band I noticed on his wall) called 'Dust in the wind' which I learned was a slow, sad song.
Gracie was my only audience and she bobbed her head to it, so she must of liked it. We called it a success and I played more songs from more bands I read around his room. I couldn't believe I was this coordinate as to play an instrument.
I played (quietly) all night. My fingers were pink and raw and it hurt. But it was worth it. I inhaled rather deeply, put Gracie on her perch, dressed in comfortable pyjammas, brushed my teeth and laid down at around 3:15-ish AM.
