Beneath The Surface

Chapter 18

Adrien

Jamie went home around 5:30PM to cook dinner for him and his dad, and thankfully texted me as soon as he arrived.

I don't know why he still does anything for that bastard.

Actually, I guess I sort of do.

I hate to think what he'd do if Jamie didn't.

As he went off to cook for about an hour and a half, I carried my guitar, holy shit, you do not understand how long I've been waiting to say 'my guitar,' to the now empty garage.

I unplug the tiny amp from it and plug in my dad's old Gibson amp. With a flick of the 'on' switch, the instrument thunks to life and let's off a soft hum of static before picking up a melodious tone as I strum a few random chords, just admiring the feel of it.

Slowly, my left hand presses down a few strings and my right hand strums.

My fingers slide down and I strum again. D. My fingers change positions once more and I play a G. I begin to play 'Camisado' by P!AtD and even before I realize what I'm doing, I've started singing.

'A Fever You Can't Sweat Out'. One of my favorite albums.

After finishing, I transition into another P!AtD song that makes Jamie blush every time.

"Well is it still me that makes you sweat,
Am I who you think about in bed,
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress,
Well then think about what you did, and I hope to god he was worth it,
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin..."

I begin enjoying myself as I picture my fingers touching Jamie's skin.

"I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch... a better fuck..."

I smile, mischievously , as more dirty thoughts come to mind.

"Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie, you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat, no, no, no
You know it will always just be me"

I remember just the other night when this song played. His face just inches away. I remember how badly I want to kiss him. And as my heart pounded in my chest, I finally understood the most iconic line of the song.

"Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster!"

Behind my loud-ass one-man-band, I hear the lower, softer, and more relaxing voice of Brendon Urie singing 'When the Day Meet the Night'.

Yeah, I updated Jamie's ringtone earlier, so what?

I sit the guitar in its stand and flick off the amp, reaching over to my phone just as Brendon comes to the chorus.

"Hey," says Jamie.

I can hear an obvious smile in his voice.

"What's up?"

"Not much, but I bet you were playing your guitar, huh?"

I chuckle.

"Yep, but I bet you can't guess what song," I challenge.

"Trick question. You played more than one," he replies, smoothly.

I stare at the phone, dumbfounded. He laughs at my silence.

"I swear, I must be psychic."

"Well, shit. Jamie, I think you have a gift, huh?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely," he jokes.