In Tune with You

Chapter 1

"somebody asked me if I knew you. A million memories flashed through my mind but I just smiled and said I used to." 

It's been about a year since Liv and I stopped talking. It was over something petty; I made a stupid mistake. Instead of talking to me about it she just slowly pushed me away. Yeah, it's my fault but it's not my fault our friendship ended.

  I'm walking down the checkered floor hallway while I'm thinking about this. I have one class with her which is . . . awkward. At least I don't have more than one class with her. But we share the same bus route. We sometimes make eye contact by accident. Again, awkward. I really wish that she went to a different school or something. I sighed. I kept walking until I bumped into something. Or someone.

  George Casanova. My former crush.

  My eyes widen in horror. Like Liv, I've decided to also avoid this person. It's not hard given the fact that they're close. Now that I've had contact with him for the first time in months, its super awkward. We were never close but we did sit next to each other every day in 1st period for an entire semester.

  "Sorry", I muttered as I quickly, and awkwardly, scurry away. I dip into a practice room before anything happens. I give out a sigh of relief. But I freeze when I realize that I'm not the only one in the room.

  A tall Asian boy stares at me with his violin in his hand.

  "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. . . I'm so so sorry," I apologize.

  He raises an eyebrow then goes back to practicing. He's playing a solo. It sounds like heaven. He's so good. I sit through the entire song just getting lost in the sound. His bow stokes are so powerful yet they are graceful. His eyes are focused. His stance is tall. He's . . . beautiful.

  I open my eyes wide when I realize what I just thought. He plays the last note. It's a long gorgeous bow stroke of C natural. I smile.

  He exhales and puts his instrument down. Then he rummages through his bag and pulls out a piece of paper. He hands it to me. He looks to me then the paper. –[

  "Thank you," I say as I look down at the paper. It's a concert notice. It will be held here in the music hall from 5:00pm to 5:45pm. Food will be served. I love food and music. "I'll be there," I say with a smile.

  He nods slightly and then picks up his violin and continues practicing. I nod awkwardly and left.

  Whew. George was gone thank God. I go to my usual space to sit and eat, the corner near the front office. But I guess I won't be sitting there today. It was invaded by what I like to call the Prissies. Pretty/handsome white kids who are in one word, perfect. One of the Prissies is, Ameriana Verona. The prissiest of them all. I will go into detail about her later.

  I walk around trying to search my mind for places that I can sit at for lunch. I couldn't think of anything. Yeah, I should sit with my fellow art buddies but I just don't fit in with them. Suddenly, God answered my prayers.

  I saw Violin Boy sitting eating noodles. I love noodles. I hesitated about walking towards him. We just met but I'm so lonely. Pathetic. I decide not to go sit next to him.

  I find myself outside at the front of the school. It's mostly quiet. The sun is out and I could use some fresh air and nature since I was stuck in a windowless school for 4 hours. I sit down away from Liv. Yes, she sits out here. Unfortunately. I put my stuff down and take out my sandwich. While I eat my delicious special sandwich that my mom made, I watch the new Korean Drama I've discovered, Secret Love Affair. It's juicy so far. I like it even though the entire show is a sin in and of itself.

  I look to my left. Liv is hanging out with all her friends. Probably bad talking me; I'm not surprised. You know what, I should fill you in about what really happened between us.

  Liv Decker and I met in 1st grade. Yes, 1st grade. We were . . . inseparable. That year I also met my other best friend (still is), Angel Grace. She actually is an angel, at least to me she is. Anyway, we had the same class for 1st, 2nd, 4th, and 5th grade. We were really close. But then we parted for middle school. I didn't see her for 2 years.

  Things can happen in two years. Well for example, puberty. And puberty sucks. It ruins everything and you get nothing but pain out of it. Liv went through puberty and she changed with it. I changed too. So when she came to my middle school in 8th grade, we met new versions of each other and we didn't know it. We didn't hang out enough for me to figure it out. But I sure did figure it out last year, in 9th grade.

  We both go to the same high school, if you didn't figure it out yet. I won't go into it yet but 9th grade was a living nightmare. Ok that's a bit dramatic but it sucked, at least from October to April.

  Anyway, Liv and I hung out SO MUCH during the first half of the first semester. We rode the same school bus so we sat next to each other on the bus every day before and after school. We ate breakfast together. We ate lunch together. We were inseparable just like in elementary school. Or so I thought.

  Liv changed. She was the same person yet a different one too. She still had the same loud and fun laugh; still weird and funny. But she was more . . . what's the word . . . inappropriate. She would talk about subjects I don't agree on or talk about. She was my best friend so I didn't care. But my inner conscience did. I didn't know what to do so I just talked to someone. And that someone was Mom. I told her almost everything Liv said. That's not the mistake I made (I'll get to that). My dad heard about it and he lectured me that Liv was a bad influence. I would hear none of that. Liv was my BEST FRIEND. Ok? But he wouldn't stop of course. And over time I realized that a best friend is someone who will never tell you to do something wrong. Liv wasn't that friend.

  I was instructed to dump her or convert her. I wasn't ready to do either so I just asked God to help me. That was the beginning of our life long relationship.

  He answered my prayers because it happened. Liv and I are not friends anymore. It happened when I made a mistake. A very stupid mistake indeed.

  I told Liv that I was telling my parents everything she told me. HAHAHAHA . . . good one Renee. No seriously. It just slipped out. I remember we were talking about if I could have a sleepover. And I guess she wants me to convince my parents to go. I said I couldn't because they don't trust you (I don't remember). She asked why and I responded with that sentence above.

  Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. At the time I didn't really know that this was what I wanted. But what I really didn't know was that Liv never forgave me or trusted me after that. I said sorry and that was that, right? Nope. She still holds that grudge today.

  That's the big mistake I made. But it worked out because I didn't have to actually dump her. She did it herself. Bye-bye, Liv. I'll treasure the memories forever. I guess.

  A/N: Well, this is my second story. I'm still working on my first one, The Beast and the Flower. If you want to check it out, you should! If not, I hope you enjoy my second piece of art. BTW, some of these characters are based off of real people. Enjoy! p.s I update every Wednesday.