The Girl Who Knew It

CHAPTER ONE- The Guy And His Guitar

Playlist- Gravity By John meyer

I comfortable sigh escaped my lips as I gazed up at dark blue sky that stretched out like a canvas, littered with sparkling stars. The wind was blowing across my face causing my frizzy mane to rattle softly against my cheeks. Laughter and music was all around me. I felt free, I felt empty. To some it all up I felt contently  confused. Realising that I was the only one standing randomly still in the middle of the  artificial bonfire while the peers around me danced in euphoric bliss.
For life of me I could not find it in me to stop staring at the sky. It regularly got like this whenever I've had a few  drinks. I just fell in love with it. There was something constantly squeezing my chest to the point of nearly rupturing my heart  every time my drunk self gazed at the beautiful canvas of our world. It was talking to me, silently whispering something of importance. Reminding me that something within me was missing, something was of course, or maybe it was just my downright insanity reminding me I was so far gone.

My roommate nudged me, dancing in circles, a beer can in hand. Her cheeks were more rosy than usual , blue eyes half closed and ginger hair flying haphazardly around her oval face. She looked quite beautiful to say the least.

"Best night ever!" She screeched her hands flying in the air. At least someone was here only for the fun.

For me this was all part of a bigger picture. The plan. I was going to tell my children and grandkids about the nights of my youth.

I at least had to experience one with a hot social college student, my roommate for example.

I raised a brow at her, wishing I could have the courage to let go. To just for one day live like tomorrow did not exist.

"You said that the last time I dragged you to an event."  I resorted holding out my hand to her. "Oh wait that was two days ago." We jumped up and down awkwardly. One of many drunk dances; check! I mentally scratched that off my life plan list.

"Oh shut up! We should do this more often!" She said over the music.

I nodded. "Yea."
Not happening, it was not part of my plan to get too close or attached to anyone for that matter.  Deciding to leave her in the middle of the jumpy frenzy.

Let's just regroup. I mumbled to myself, stepping over a few  pebbles and seashells. The waves clashed against the shoreline. For the first time in a while I took a deep breath. The bonfire was in full swing, the college youth around me were having the absolute time of their lives. As they should.  Near the  lifeguard  booth was a humongous fire. An actual real fire!  Peers seemed orbit around it like a planet enamored with it's sun. I scoffed at the sight before me. 

Jumping away from the waves and taking a stroll towards the open fire. Soft melodic guitar playing flowed into my inner ears making my skin crawl with goosebumps.

Soft and raw instrumental music was my weakness. I loathed anything auto-tuned and the  altered music of today. It rather loud and abnoxiously raucous.

Call me boring all you want. But nothing beats a beautiful voice and pure instruments. Just like right now.  So this is what the small crowed was orbiting around. Not the open fire, A guy and his guitar.

I was drawn too tragically, too tragically I repeat! Like I moth drawn to a flame, destined to burn into ashes. 

The guy and his guitar were blended magically. He was singing a song familiar to my hearing senses, familiar to my heart.

Gravity by John Meyer.

There was something in the way he the held the guitar so close to his chest, like it was his long lost lover. There was something in the way his voice rose and broke every time he sang out gravity. There was something in the way his dusty golden bangs blew across his face. Hooding his eyes away from the world. He was not amongst us. So far gone, so unreachable. He sang not once lifting his head up to see the effect his music was having to the bodies around him.
To me.

I sat across him. Mumbling a 'no thank you' to a male who had offered me a can of what happened to be a cider.

I small cynical smile broke across my face.  My fate was sealed. I had found the perfect specimen to appease my demanding life style. He would be perfect.

Once the song came to an ending the crowd cheered.

"That was sick man!" The dark head white boy next to him yeld. Not caring how foolish he looked. Naked with neon paint all over his torso.

They patted and praised the guy with the guitar. He smirked and shrugged before accepting what I believed to be a marijuana joint. I bit my lip trying to prevent a gasp from flowing out.

He's just a like every other college guy. Nothing you can't fix. I nodded my head slowly reassuring myself.

He threw his head back, eyes half closed as he listen attentively to what his friend whispered to him.

My breath hitched slightly at the sight.

I just had to make it work. He was perfect!

He must have felt my hot stare because next thing I knew he was looking straight at me with intensity as if daring me to do something.

I raised a brow and managed a sly smirk. Giving him one last look I turned  and away.

Hook, bait and wait.

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