What A Catch.

Chapter 62

Pov Beth

I unpack my stuff slowly and carefully. I make sure not to smash any more memories.

I wrap my mums scarf around me again before putting the empty suitcase in the cupboard.

I put on a cardigan over top of my clothes, no need to be punk today...

I walk into the main room where Dallon is dancing in front of Pete. He is waving his arms around and shouting song lyrics.

"Do you want to exchange small greens?" He shouts, holding his hand out. I dont react.

Pete is scribbling madly at the paper, writing lyrics, obviously. "Dallon, its smoke rings, not small greens!"

"What ever, small greens sounds better."
Dallon places his hand on his hip before remarking: "paint me, this looks like titanic..."

Pete doesnt react, and Im a little stunned, so I dont either.

"Tough crowd." He says, dusting himself off and standing up.

"Do you have anything to do?" I ask him.

"No. Im bored." He replies.

"Wanna do something?" I ask.

"Sure!" He follows me as I wave bye to Pete.

I sit down on the bed and he stands in front of me, looking around the room. He spots the guitar in the corner of the room.

"You play?" he asks. I nod, "thats so cool, lets jam!"

He runs out the room, returning with a guitar. I grin as he starts playing the chords to an old panic song. The Ballad of the Mona Lisa.

He starts singing and I join in. Soon we are in sync and singing together.

"Woah! Mona Lisa!" We both sing together.

Eventually, we finish. Dallon immediately starts playing chords for other songs and I am drawn into playing and singing with him.

After a short session of playing and singing we finally finish. I am out of breath and so is he.

"That was mad." He says, "you can sing girl! What are you doing about that talent?"

I think. What am I doing with my music career?

"No idea." I tell him.

"You probably should record something. You should record a song with us some time?"

My mouth gapes open, "no way! I would totally be in for that!"

"Yeah, okay!"

I slide into the chair next to Patrick at the table. Theres a few boxes of pizza in the centre and I help myself to a slice.

"Joe, Patrick, you got a riff?" Pete asks over the table.

"Yeah, if you have lyrics?" Joe replies.

"Brendon is adding some stuff, then it will be done." Pete answers.

"Have you guys heard Beth play?" Dallon says.

I blush, looking intensely at my pizza.

"We should totally record something with her!"

I laugh a breathy laugh, giving him a look. He shrugs at me. I need to get used to attention.

Pov Casey

I slip quietly into bed with Patrick. Staying as far away as possible, to avoid any awkward situations.

I hear his gentle breathing from half a meter away. He lets out a huff, rolling over, to face me.

My eyes connect with his and I blush, closing my eyes. I let out a shallow breath before trying to sleep properly.

I feel his tension and presence across the bed and I try not to freak out. Im in bed with Patrick stump.

"You okay?" He whispers.

"Yeah." I let out a nervous breathy laugh.

"Night."

"Night."