DAYS OF SUMMER ( Either Moving On Or Giving Up )

Seven

"You're away,

There's no room for me anymore"

-Summer Lucia's music piece page 8

We arrive at Jake's house. His rented house is the same like the old one. He doesn't change it a bit, just a simple and the same.

"This is so different than Ms. Rothschild," I say.

"Who's that?"

"The person who used to rent this house," I tell him. "She's a professor and all of these furniture are all filled of books and papers."

"I live in only temporary after my house is finished."

"Oh, of course," I say.

"I only bring my things like clothes," he tells me. "Don't you want a drink or something?"

"That's okay," I reply.

A french bulldog suddenly barges in and woofs to Jake. Jake seems to be annoyed at first, but he tells the dog that he'll feed him later.

"Can you help me feed him? He's dumb, but he's not going to bite."

"Where's his food?" I ask him.

"At the dining room."

I follow Jake to the dining room and he gives me a plate to fill with dog foods.

Then I give the plate to the dog. The dog is very happy and eats the food excitedly. I smile as the dog woofs in happiness. When I pat the dog, I notice that there is a scar near his leg.

Maybe he went playing near the fence and hurt himself.

Jake suddenly shows up with a glass of lemonade in his hand.

"Here," he says.

"Thanks,"

"Jud likes you. He doesn't wangle his tail like that with me, unless he wants food."

"Maybe you don't give him so much affection."

"I can give the dog to you if you want," he offers.

"That's a sweet offer, but I can't have a dog."

"Any reason?" he asks.

"Everyone doesn't like that suggestion."

"Tell everyone you like dogs."

"It's not that easy," I tell him. "I'm not responsible enough to take care of any pet."

"That's a shame. I've waited long enough for someone to get rid of Jud."

Upon hearing that, Jud kicks Jake's long leg.

"That stupid dog," he says.

"Why do you hate that dog so much?" I ask him.

"He hates me," he says.

I stare at the dog who suddenly pees at Jake's carpet or whoever's carpet.

Jake sighs, but he doesn't say anything. I laugh at his reaction.

"There is a violin there!" I say when I see a glass cupboard with violin and CDs.

"I think a musician owns this house," he says. "That isn't locked. You can take it and play."

Jake stands up and takes the violin. He hands me it and motions me to play it.

I smile as I take it. "I composed a song before, but don't make fun of me, okay? It's not finished."

I play the violin gracefully, thinking that an actor is watching me and I can't do any mistake.

I also think about Hara because she left me. This is the song for her.

Once I'm done, Jake claps his hands. "That's a beautiful song," he tells me and smiles.

"It's not finished," I tell him.

"But it has sad feeling, like in entire song. Why don't you make something that can make the song whole? Both sad and happy?"

"I can't do that since I guess I don't have a happy feeling," I tell him.

"Everyone has it."

Jud suddenly comes and motions me to play with him. For some reason, I feel weird. I don't really know Jake. But I just told him that I don't own happiness.

Why does he actually answer for me?

"If you're wondering about why I actually answer everything you ask because I just think that I should do it," he says. "Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Sure," I say.

"Not mine, of course. Do you know Endless?" he asks. "Never mind."

"You mean, as crazy as I am, you still.." I quote.

"Search for me," Jake cuts me.

"Wow, I thought only me who watch it."

"That's a good movie. But nobody ever know it."

"Maybe it's not you who played it," I say. "I want that film to be remade. But I don't know a script writer, unless you count my brother."

"What about making song about it?" he asks.

"No way! I don't have an experience like them!"

"It's just an act, not real life," he says. "Real life doesn't do like that."

"Because you never meet someone like Bolton meet Jules."

Jake chuckles. "You're clueless."

"I'm 19 years old, I guess clueless is acceptable."