You're Mine (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 3

Stefan and I are still video chatting and obviously the little incident earlier really got to him. I can tell when he's annoyed and something was bothering him, as much as I'm going to regret it later, I decide to ask him what it is.

"Stefan, what's your problem? Tell me"

"I mean it's nothing really"

"Obviously not if you're acting this weird"

"Alright, well when they walked in, you looked up and tucked your hair behind your ear as you looked down" Aw man he caught it.

"Yeah?"

"Why?" he asks with a serious facial expression.

"I don't know, I mean that whole situation was pretty weird and it felt weird"

"Okay?"

"You don't believe me" I say

"No it's not that. It just seemed a bit off that's all, but it's getting late. We should turn in" I just look at him and give him a pouting face. "Goodnight" That's not how he used to say it.

"Goodnight" I don't wait like usual but instead I turn the chat off and close my laptop. First days really do suck.

Instead of a shower or going to bed right now, I decide I want to go to the violin practice room. I think I saw a violin already in one. I try to remember my steps from earlier this morning and luckily I do. I come down to the practice rooms and I walk down in search of the violin area.

As I walk down I make it to the one room that has the violin in it. I grab it and it feels amazing, I always feel like there is no care in the world and it's just me whenever I hold and play this wonderful instrument. The only reason I actually played was a void to fill with my mother and father splitting up. I would go down to a music store with my father and there was this older gentleman and he would always tune this old violin and play it for a little bit. The sound always facinated me and I think he noticed. Sometimes he would offer to let me try it out but I never wanted to, actually I was too scared. My father always told me to give it a try, that it would be good to find something to place your feelings into but I never knew exactly what that meant until the divorce and the abusing of my mother, both physical and mental. When my father left, I stopped going to the store for awhile but when I finally returned, I was without him and the elder man asked me again if I would like to try it out and I finally gave in.

As I played around with it and examining it, he came from the back room with a brand new version of the violin I was holding. I was very surprised and he said my father paid for it a long time ago always knewing I would play it eventually. Ever since that day I was all about the violin and becoming the next best violinist, winning awards, going on tour, and making a better life for myself.

I picked up the violin and started playing. Wow, this room has some great sound in here. I decide to play a little of a song I've been working on. I go through every note and chord gracefully as if there is not problems in the world and I just get lost within the music. Before I reach the part of the song I didn't finish writing I hear voices down the hall, but I keep playing.

"Excuse me?" a guy comes in.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know this was off limits" I say putting the violin down.

"No no no, I'm not..... Hi my name is Matt"

"Oh well Matt, why are you in here?"

"I heard you playing and it was amazing. I had to see the face of the player"

"Oh well thank you"

"And you are?"

"Oh Ariana, um Ariana Jacobs"