guitar boy ≫ f.w.

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february

≪ auburn ≫

"shut the hell up auburn! you know damn well you'll never amount to anything!" i heard my father yell for about the 50th time.

"yeah, whatever." i rolled my eyes, walking away.

"you're just like your brother! walking away from me!" i grabbed my coat.

"where the hell do you think you're going?!" "out." i said, slamming the door shut.

it was about 12 at night. usually 17 year olds on a saturday night go to parties or hang out with friends. not me.

i was walking outside, with no one, trying to get away from my father. these fights never usually last. usually what happens is the next morning he'll give me a gift and say 'sorry' then start fights again that same day.

it's become a joke to me now. it didn't even phase me anymore.

i didn't really know where i was going, but i knew that i wanted to be far away from my house as possible.

it was dark outside so i could really see, and it was a little cold, since winter was starting to end. we were about to enter spring.

we had a long winter this year. i liked it though. i liked the cold a lot more than the hot.

i heard soft music playing. my feet followed where it was coming from. it sounded like a guitar.

it was coming from outside the flower field. the flower field was this area where it was land with nothing but flowers, and water fountains, and a golden gate surrounding it. it was magical. the prettiest place i've seen here.

i didn't recognize the guy playing the guitar. he was singing along. he didn't see me, since i was behind him.

i stood next to him. he looked up, stopping his singing. "hi." i said.

he looked confused. "hi?" he said in more of a question.

"i'm sorry, i could hear you playing while i was walking." "walking? isn't it a little late?"

"isn't it a little late for you to be playing guitar outside?" "touché." he smiled.

"who are you?" he asked. "i'm auburn." he motioned for me to continue.

"auburn meadows." "that's a really pretty name." he complimented. "okay...?" i edged for him to tell me his name.

"finn wolfhard." he responded. he set his guitar down beside him. i could only see him due to the faint brightness of the streetlights around us.

"so, finn, do you always come here to play guitar?" i asked attempting to make conversation, especially since i really didn't wanna go home.

he shook his head, "no, it's just, tonight was, uhm, it was really awful." "why?"

"i don't know if you really care, since you just met me." "well if you're sad, i wanna know."

he sighed. "my girlfri-ex girlfriend now, cheated on me. with one of my ex best friends. i've been sad about it. not that i miss her, we were kinda getting ready to break up soon anyways, but it was with my best friend. i can't forgive both of them."

"what about you? why are you walking around here at 12:30 at night?" he turned the conversation around to me. i shook my head.

"it's nothing. i just, wanted to get out." i lied. i didn't wanna tell him about my abusive father.

that would be a little personal considering that we just met like 10 minutes ago.

i didn't know how he would react. "so, what school do you go to?" i asked.

"toronto bay. you?" "shit, i go to yellow fields." i said. "i'm a senior." he added. "i am too."

"you're what, 18?" he asked. "no, 17, i turn 18 in may though." i told him. "i turned 18 in december." he chuckled.

i sat next to him on the bench outside the golden gate.

"sucks we don't go to the same school." he admitted, grabbing his guitar to play it again.

i nodded, "yeah, we could be best friends." i giggled. he laughed along.

he played a little melody, and began humming to it. i didn't wanna speak or distract him.

after about 3 minutes, i asked, "how long have you been playing guitar?" he thought for a minute, "since i was about 12." he answered.

"cause you're really good." i complimented. he smiled, "thanks." i heard my phone buzz. it was my brother.

he's 19, turning 20 at the end of the year. he lives in the apartments across town, but he still regularly visits, since he's a college student and needs food and attention.

'bitch wtf happened the house is a mess' he texted me. '??????' i didn't know what he was talking about.

when i left the house, it was normal. 'there's broken lamps and mirrors and bases and shit everywhere. dad's locked himself in his room' i bit my lip.

it was probably because of our fight earlier. my eyes began to fill with tears. "hey, i have to go home. i'll see you later." i walked off.

"wait! how would you see me, if you don't have my number?" he grabbed my phone, and put his number in it. he created a contact with his name.

he smiled and sat back down at the bench.

"bye guitar boy." i smiled. he waved. i turned around and a tear fell, luckily, finn didn't see.

once i got out of finns vision, i started to run back home.

the lights in my house were still on. i quietly opened the door and walked in. my brother was sitting on the couch. he was right. the house was a mess.

i looked around and saw broken glass everywhere. "good god." i said to myself. my brother chimed in.

"yeah, it looks bad, doesn't it?" he asked rhetorically.

"collin, we got into a fight again." "auburn you know i offered to let you stay at the apartment with me."

"yeah, but it's across town, and i got to school here, and my friends-" "listen, if dad treats you like this, i want you to live with me. it's not safe here." he warned.

i really wanted to, but for the sake of finishing my senior year, i needed to stay here, just for a couple months longer. "collin, i promise, i'll be fine."

he looked irritated with me. "i trust you. just, be good." he said, giving me a hug.

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