Play Me That Song (The Emo Guy And The Guitar Girl)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Adam's P.O.V

D*mn it! I thought to myself as I drove home. Was I too hard on him? I glanced over at Blake to see him staring out of the window with a lost expression. I sighed. Music was blasting out of the car's speakers. Having calmed down now, I lowered the volume so I could concentrate better.

I regretted saying that I didn't care about him. Of course I cared! I'll do anything for Blake, even if it meant putting my life on the line. I know that sounds a little dramatic. Who would risk there life for someone as annoying as their younger brother? Well, Blake was different. He was more than just a brother to me. In the end, he would do the same for me. It's just the way we are with each other.

Honestly, I just want him to be happy. I do have to admit, even though Blake's with Lisa, I do like Grace 100% better than her. Grace was so much more alive and open. Lisa seemed so...fake. But, Blake cares about her and that's all that matters. That's why I yelled at him. I know he might think he likes Grace right now, but I don't want to see him lose everything over something that might not even be.

I glanced over at Blake one more time, and he was still gazing out of the window. C*ap, he looked so confused. I sighed, I knew I was going to have to apologize to him for exploding like I did, but if I tried now, he would ignore me. The kid was always so stubborn.

I pulled into our long, paved driveway and stopped in front of our white mini mansion. Elegant shrubs and trees surrounded the walkways and the smell of freshly cut grass filled the air. Our stain glass windows sparkled in the sunlight and made rainbows on the ground.

Our parents are divorced, but our father is the bass player in a popular jazz band. Even though we don't see him a lot, he definitely helps out financially.

I pulled up next to my mother's white Mercedes Benz Convertible and put my car into park. With all of our money, everyone is surprised to see the car I drive. They all expect that I should be driving some high class sports car and not my old Camaro. Well, my Camaro is in great shape, I bought it myself. It's not that my mom didn't offer to buy me a better car, I didn't want her to, and it's not because I didn't want her to spend her money...well my dad's money. I didn't want her help, I don't need her charity.

I turned off the engine and my ears rang in the now silent car. I heard the passenger door open and saw Blake climb out. I unbuckled my seatbelt and called after him, "Come on Blake! You can't ignore me forever!"

I guess that's what he intended on doing because he continued staggering towards the house without a word.

I blew my long black hair out of my face, "Fine!" I yelled, "Ignore me. Just be ready for band practice in forty five minutes!" Blake just waved his hand in the air as if to say whatever.

I gritted my teeth and slammed the car door shut. Just then, a familiar black Toyota pickup truck rolled in the driveway. I watched as my best friend, Chris, got out of the driver's seat and our other friend, Chebby, got out of the passenger side.

I know what you're thinking: who the h*ll names their child Chebby? Well, it's actually a nickname we made for him. Both our friend's names are Chris. There's Chris Jacobs and Chris Webby. We call Chris Jacobs, Chris, and we combined Chris Webby's first and last name together and got Chebby.

Chris had jet black hair with blonde streaks going throughout it. Like Blake and I, he wore all black and had many p*ercings. The dark black marks under his light blue eyes made them seem darker than they actually were.

Chebby was the freak out of the bunch. Instead of long black hair, he had dark brown unruly hair that he always spiked up in a messy fashion. He recently dyed the tips of his hair purple, so now it looked like he had on a spiky purple hat. His eyes were a normal shade of brown and he was kind of chubby. Another reason of how we came up with the nickname Chebby was because it sounded like chubby. Don't get me wrong, if you p*ssed him off, he can probably kill you.