Switching Places

11. Chloe

   It's been a week since I dropped off the bag containing some clothes and a credit card to Promise. I can tell she's getting a little bit tired of trying to act like me. She said on the phone one night that she went out to the mall and bought a few new shirts and a couple skirts. I never wear skirts, but she said she was telling people she's trying out some new looks, and that they were a gift from a friend she had at a different foster home.

   I decided it was better for us to stop talking about appearances and stuff, and focus on the more important things. All week there hasn't been anyone acting suspicious, so I had no idea who would have been the person to walk into the attic that night. We came up with a plan over the phone Thursday night. I would leave the attic door open again, but instead of going up there, I would hide in one of the guest rooms and keep watch until someone came.

   Of course, no matter how well you plan something, it never goes that way.

   "So, I was thinking tonight we should have another sleepover." Dana said as we browsed a rack of clothes in the mall. I've never been to this mall. It's an hour away from town, and filled with over priced clothing. 

   "Ya that sounds cool." I said as I picked up a shirt covered in glitter. Do people really pay money for this stuff?

   "I'm not seeing anything I like in this store, lets go look at shoes." Dana said. I followed her out, and the cashier eyed us as we went. He probably thought we were just a couple of teenagers looking to cause trouble, or steal something.

   We spent the next hour looking at shoes, and I ended up buying a cute pair of heels. They were simple, not to high, and fairly cheap, according to Dana that is. We were now sitting in a fancy food court eating salads, because Promise apparently doesn't eat anything greasy. I was really craving a burger from the place downtown.

   "So, how are things with you and Tyler?" Dana asked, before taking a bite of her Asian chicken salad.

   "Okay. We went to see a movie the other day. Ender's Game I think it was called. It was pretty good." I sighed and set down my fork. "I think I want to brake up with him. But I don't know how to go about doing it."

   "Well just call him up and say 'Look, Tyler. I think we're better off friends.'"

   "You make it sound so easy." I sighed and lazily looked around the food court. "Wait, isn't that Blair?" I said to Dana and pointed to a familiar figure heading away from us. It's hard to miss his hair in a crowd of people. "Why is he carrying a guitar case?"

   "I didn't know he played guitar," She said, all conversation about me dumping Tyler gone away. "Let's go follow him."

   Before I could put any thought into what we were doing, I grabbed my bags and we were up and following him. We walked a little ways behind him until he went into a music shop, at which point we stopped just outside to look through the window.

   "Where did he go?" I whispered.

   "Um, oh I see him. To the left by the guitars." Dana whispered back.

   When he turned his back away from the door, I motioned Dana to follow me. I quietly led us inside and behind a shelf filled with music sheets. We were close enough to hear Blair in the corner. He has on a chair and started messing around with the guitar. Dana was bobbing her head along with what he was doing.

   "Wow, he's really good." She whispered.

   "I think he's just tuning the guitar Dana." I said with a quiet laugh.

   "Oh. Well, he makes it sound impressive." I agreed with her, and we continued to watch Blair.

   After a few minutes of tuning the guitar, he actually started to play a song. It sounded like Pompeii by Bastille. I was even more surprised when he started to sing.