The One That Got Away (On-hold and Under Editing)

❤ Thirteen - Clingy girlfriends ❤

❤ Chapter Thirteen - Clingy girlfriends ❤

Blake and I had brain-stormed on the song right the next day. We decided to hang out in the park. Katie had better things to do than just hang out with us on a lazy day, really. So Blake, Hari and I went to the park and sat down on a red and white criss-cross blanket. I brought my guitar and Blake brought a really really tiny battery-powered keyboard.

Hari was just there, roaming around the park, eating all the food, playing frisbee with random dogs, fudge like that.

"So," Blake started. "How did you and Hari meet again?"

The sun was shining brightly and the temperature was warm so I had decide to wear dark shorts and a yellow tank top with a sleeveless brown vest.

"We were childhood friends." Something flashed in Blake's eyes and he looked away, his jaw locked. That caused me to worry, but I didn't want to ask him about since it didn't seem like a good time so I just kept quiet for a while.

"We should get back on the song," I reminded him. After a while, he nodded and took a look at our notes.

The sad thing was, we had mostly forgotten the lyrics that we sang to Mrs. Bloom that day in music class. All we could remember was:

I've been walking aimlessly, trying hard to breathe. Didn't know I was searching until I knocked on your door.

Don't know if you're right for me, something with insanity and something about how I don't have to look any further.

"Maybe we should just start fresh and... tell Mrs. Bloom that we decided to change the song," Blake suggested. I bit my lip.

"Okay, fine. So..." I trailed off.

"How do you write songs?" Blake asked. I looked up at him and smiled.

"Well what I do is jot down interesting phrases and thoughts, and then I start rhyming them to make into them stanzas. After I'm done with the lyrics, I work on the melody."

Blake nodded, eyes analyzing. "So lets jot down interesting phrases and thoughts," he said, beaming.

"It's really not as easy as you think." So I started to brain-storm.

"Uh, put something about heart fluttering," I suggested. He looked at me weirdly.

"Seriously?"

"Just write it down!" I said, frustrated. He did, and added something about quirky something something.

"Put something about blue eyes," I said.

"I'm also including something about your smile."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Soon enough, our whole page was filled. We started crossing out the thoughts/ideas that weren't that interesting. We ended up with six valid ideas; heart fluttering, blue eyes, heartwarming smiles, stolen glances, driving each other crazy - furious crazy, not in love crazy -, and something about a missing puzzle piece.

"Maybe you should include something about that feeling you told me," I said unsurely. "The feeling that sparked up when... when I said my name."

Blake's expression was hard to read as he stayed quiet and still. And then he snatched up the pad paper and started writing down furiously. I studied him, smiling slightly. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his eyes hidden behind his lashes. He occasionally bit his lip and then stopped just to murmur something to himself and them continue to write again.