(Jake)
I was sitting on a bench, in the same feild i was complianing about Ivory. I had my guitar in my hands playing the sweet melody of "Time of your life" by Green Day. My voice sang the words of the song as the wind blew my hair in my face and picked up the yellow daises. The daises flew next to me and seemed as if they were slowly twirling. My voice blocked out everything around me even the sound of someone walking up. No one ever comes to the feild so i woulnd't have anything to worry about. The only thing i love about my voice is my singing. I hate my stupid regular voice its raspy and i stutter alot. For some odd reason i don't stutter when i sing.
I finished my song and the wind picked feircly. The daises didn't fly beautifully anymore. Their petals seemed to scream "help us!" I heard a faint sound of leaves cracking and crunching. i looked hesitant. Is someone coming? Did they hear me sing? Are they coming over here? I got up carrying my guitar and acted like nothing happened.
"Hey where are you going?" a random voice asked. I looked back to see it was Ivory, my Gorgeous, standing about 5 feet from me. I took the white board and marker out of my backpack.
"No where just looking around," i wrote showing after i was done.
"I thought you said you were mute." she said looking at my guitar with those beautiful eyes.
I erased the words and wrote, "I am!"
"But I just heard you singing," she said with a confused look on her face.
I froze, staring intently at her and finally wrote "I only like my voice when i'm singing but i'm very insecure about it."
"Why so insecure? You sound amazing!" She said half rasing her voice while stepping toward me. I looked down at the ground trying to think of an answer because really, I had no idea
I erased my previous statements to her and wrote, "I'm just not comfrontable enough," knowing i lied.
"Oh," she said looking down. I hugged her and ran off.
"Is she sad? I hope the hug didn't show my feelings to much," I thought slowing down into a walk. I hope i didn't upset her.
(Ivory)
Ever since i saw Jake i couldn't stop thinking about him. Not like, i like him but how he doesn't talk. Yet, I know noting about him except his name and that he can't talk to me. I'd like to know more about him. Also, I'd like to know if he ever will talk to me.
While i sat here thinking deeply i heard music playing. A beautiful voice filled the ari and the wind blew softly. It sounded close to me. Was it a radio? I walked close toward the mysterious music coming from the feild that seemed abandoned. I soon noticed that it wasnt a radio at all, it was a person - a cute person. The mystery individual had a pretty blue guitar with a black edging. This cute person was soon to be named because when i waled closer Jake was walking away with his guitar. By the time i was speaking distance the wind picked up like i wasnt supposed to be there.
"Hey where are you going?" I asked walking up to him.
He turned with a pale face with his board he wrote, "no where just looking around."
"I thought you said you were mute," i said with a confused voice.
He erased the words and wrote "I am!"
"But i heard you singing," I replied showing my confused face but smiling.
His face got more plae like he was nervous. He looked cute being nervous in front of me. Under the words "I am!" he wrote "I only like my voice when i'm singing but i'm very insecure about it."'
What! There is no way i'd be insecure if i had his voice. I smiled and said to him "why so insecure? you sound amazing." I stepped closer to him but not delibrently.
He looked down at the ground like he was thinking, but i doubt he is thinking. I mean really, who needs to think aboiut their isecurities? He erased his board and wrote out, "I'm just not comfrontable enough."
"Oh," I said with a silent sigh.
He ran over to me and wrapped his arms around me. I blushed looking at him and my heart sped up. I could fell a shine in my eyes and my face get more and more red. My heart slowly, slowed down as his hands slid across my body as he let go. He ran off at a jogging pace it seemed like and didn't look back.
"Don't go," i whispered but he was to far away to hear me. I turned around leaving the feild questioning myself. "why did he run? Do i really like him? Why can't he trust me enough so he can talk?" I was so confused and upset. By this time i had forgotten about Charlie, the name running through my head was Jake Simmins.
