Road Trip 1:Hitch Hike

chapter 18

**when I say play you must play↑ song**

They all start taking their seats in the car. When I notice I have to sit shot gun. In the passenger seat, next to Cayle.

I look for my aux cable in my bag. I take it out and give Cayle a look that says may I? He chuckles then nods.

I plug it in then play my favourite song. I love trap music. This song Is the remix of the jaws theme song. Cayle starts bobbing his head to the base.

Eventually the music is on loud and we are all jamming to the base. Jumping in our seats.

Its been quite a while since I've done this.I take a glance at Cayle and I see that he's enjoying himself. He turns his head so that he's looking at me. He smiles. I instantly turn my head. The next song is an old song by Coldplay fix you

Cayle takes my phone and changes the song. I look at him confused.

I shout over the music "What was that for?!"I ask

He looks at me and says "I...I....prefer a different song.....sorry."

He unplugs my phone and starts playing that song. I look at him.

He also likes this music. I look at him while my mouth is open. He takes his hand and closes it for me. He starts chuckling. I scoff.

I see the artist and I see that he made it. He's got a real good talent.

I shout over the music again "You made this!? This is so good! You have a real talent Cayle!"

He starts blushing.

He takes my hand and says
"At least I'm not the only one that has a talent?"

I look at him confused.

"What?" I ask confused.

"Kyli I remember you from my old high school. You were the top singer. In our school!" He said proud, squeezing my hand.

But I've never seen him in my old school. I have seen his friends roam around the school sometimes.

Now that I actually remember I actually do remember seeing him.

He was Cayle the Kick ass. That was him? What happened?

He was the baddest boy in our school? I look at him. He realises he's still holding my hand. He quickly pulls it away and puts it back on the steering wheel.

He's changed a lot. But how!? It was last year! I take his phone and I scroll through the songs. I see that he has made a lot of covers.

He can also sing!? I click on that song. It's like he wants me to he doesn't refuse.

****PLAY!!!****

Wait.....................

When the song started playing I was in awe. It sounded beautiful. He sounded beautiful.

His voice was magical.Why was this song so meaningful? When it started playing I immediately imagined somebody all by themselves.
Sad and happy at the same time . I looked at him. 

He looked away.He was wiping a tear down his cheek.
The rest were sleeping. I breathed out a breath that I never noticed I was keeping in. He's voice was beautiful. Amazing.

The song it had a meaning to it. It was like he was hiding something, from everybody. I moved closer to him and I hugged him.

I just hold on. He stopped the car and turned to me. I hugged him again. He hugged me back.

He was crying, sobbing on my shoulder. Why though? I was rubbing his back. He was holding on tight, like he never wanted to let me go. Ever. He was crying so much. He was mumbling.

"Sssshhhhh" I reassured him" it's gonna be okay. Ssshhhhhh." I said while rubbing my hand on his back.

He was breathing heavily. I think he calmed down.

"It was my fault. She shouldn't have left. I tried...I....I....tried. But I....I...I was to late. It's all my fault.!" He said while crying he's eyes out on my shoulder.

He had a soft spot. Who was her or she I needed to know.

I kept rubbing his back and I asked "Cayle it's not your fault for what ever happened. Don't blame yourself. Who was that?" I asked.

My shoulder was soaking wet with tears. He started sniffing.

Then he answered

"My mom. She died. And that song I sang to her on her wedding day. Two years ago.. She asked me to sing that song to her everyday when she was sad or upset. Sometimes I used to sing it to her while she was sleeping. Because she sometimes used to cry to sleep. I sang and sang. Later that year we found out she was diagnosed with cancer. Luecimiea. She died two months after we found out she was diagnosed. I was in Milan at that time. It was all my fault! God dammit!! Why do I always screw up like this!!?"

He was crying harder. I just held him.
I guess people can change. For the better. We just held onto each other. Listening to the lyrics. It had a passage of hope and disbelief in it. Pulling you towards it.

When you try your best but you don't succeed.

When you get what you want but not what you need.

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep, stuck in reverse.

And the tears come streaming down your face.

When you lose something you can't replace.

When you love someone but it goes to waste.

Could it be worse.

Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones.

And I will try to fix you.

Woah. He really loved her.

The lyrics meant something more to than just losing his mom.

It was a signal. A message. No one else could replace her.

She meant the world to him. When you lose something you can't replace. He really lost something then.

Something irreplaceable. Something more than expected.
More than needed. He sounded hurt. Wounded. Gone. lost. He needed someone to replace.
But he lost something you can't replace. He must be really hur
ting. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. He wiped it away.

He moved his forehead against mine. He closed his eyes.
And released a breath. He loosened up. He looked directly in my eyes.
Cupping my face with his hands.

Then said "If only she was replaceable."