4 Senses

Chapter 6

Jake's POV

When I woke up, I immediately checked my phone, remembering Mark didn't message me back.

He didn't reply.

FREAKING MARK DIDN'T REPLY TO MY TEXT! DID OUR ENTIRE FRIENDSHIP MEAN NOTHING?!

Well, I would see him later in class anyway. There is no need to overreact.

I got my things, headed down and grabbed a toast. As if that would be enough to fill my stomach.

Unlocking my car, I realized I left my phone on my desk because it was charging.

I went back to get my phone and started my car to drive to school.

When I arrived, I quickly went to Mark and gave him a Are-you-serious look.

Mark smiled at me like he did nothing. Which he did and he was supposed to do something. He calmly continued to get his things from the locker.

When he finished, he slammed his locker door and went to mine.

... Are you kidding me?

Mark Stone.

You have got to explain all of this bull.

I got my stuff in my locker then sat under my favourite tree. It was a cherry blossom tree. No kidding. Okay, it's obviously a lie.

"Are you gonna talk to me yet?" Mark said. No of course not, idiot.

I ignored him and looked at the clouds.

After a few seconds have passed, Mark finally gave up.

"Fine. I'm sorry for ignoring your text earlier this morning. I finally thought of the instrument that you can learn though," he said, breaking the silence.

I looked at him, waiting for his answer.

"Guitar."

As the words left Mark's mouth, memories suddenly reappeared in my head, leaving my mouth agape.

We went up to the hill and sat together, side by side.

Jay pulled out his guitar and started playing. I started singing along. It was one of the things we loved to do together when our parents got mad at us at home.

That song brings back too much sad memories of my brother.

You'll always have my shoulder when you cry

I'll never let go, never say goodbye

You know...

You can count on me like 1, 2, 3

I'll be there

And I know when I need it

I can count on you like 4, 3, 2

And you'll be there

'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Ooooooh, oooohhh

You can count on me 'cause I can count on you

He was the one who taught me how to play.

Jay's guitar was kept under his bed. I put it there so no one would find it and I could always have a memory of him.

Hidden memories. Memories that will forever be with me that no one will ever take away.