Sooner or Later.

-three-

-charlie-

"Uh, I'm really sorry for getting you wet." I started laughing again.

He started laughing.

It took me a minute to understand why he was laughing but I realized it was my choice of words.

"Oh God I didn't mean it like that." I said laughing myself.

"It's okay." He smiled at me.

"Did your guitar get hurt?" He asked laughing.

I hadn't noticed.

"Shit." I grumbled picking it up and shaking the water out of the case.

"Let me help." He said picking up the case.

"Thanks." I said smiling.

"If you want, uh, I can't get you some towels at my house." I said

"Sure." He said

I lead the way.

"So you play guitar?" He asked

"Yea been playing since I was 10." I told him.

"You play?" I asked as I pulled my bike across the sidewalk.

"Yea." He smiled back at me.

He was hard to describe.

He had light carmel brown eyes and dark brown gelled up.

He was taller than me, but then again most people are.

Once we arrived at my house I opened the door and let the stranger in.

"You can leave your boots there." I said pointing to a mat near the door.

He slipped off his shoes and followed me to my room.

"You can stay in here while I go get some towels." I said leaving.

I don't know why I trusted this boy, but I did.

I went downstairs to the dryer and got some towels out.

I looked into the mirror and gasped.

My makeup was smeared on my face and on my cheeks.

My hair was terrible and returning to its natural frizzy curls.

I quickly gathered it into a ponytail and wiped the makeup from my cheeks.

I walked back up the stairs with the towels.

I walked up to my room to find James admiring my records.

He flipped through them and smiled once he saw one he liked.

It was Ram.

One of my favorite Paul McCartney albums.

He smiled as he opened the cover and looked at the pictures in it.

He sat the album down gently and pressed down a few keys on my keyboard.

I then walked in and handed him a towel.

"I see you like music." He said as he shook his hair out with the towel.

"Yea, my dad left me his old records." I looked down

"That's cool, I wish my old man gave me his records." He said

"He understands my love for music. truthfully he's really the only one who understands." I said pushing my hair behind my ear and sitting down on my bed.

He smiled and changed the subject.

"What's your favorite Beatles album." He asked with a adventurous smile

"Uh I guess Let it be." I said smiling

"How about you?" I asked

"The white album." He said quickly

"I guess you like music too." I said

"Big time." He looked at me.

"So you go to Saint Phillip High School?" I asked

"Started today." He said

"Me too." I smiled at the fact I could get to know James more.

"We should meet up sometime." He said

"Yea."

"Well thanks for the towels." He said smiling

"No problem sorry for almost killing your with my bike." I teased

"No worries, I see you soon then." He said walking out of my house and waving.

I waved back and smiled.

A new friend, this might be good.

:blech spring break is almost over nooooo:

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