Airplanes || M.G.C

4

Song for this chapter:
Smile - Nat King Cole
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I hear the piano on the stage being played, and I look over at the pianist. Playing passionately, swaying along, looking intently at the sheet music. I envied that. I remember I asked my parents to let me take piano lessons and with them being the loving parents they were, they let me. Signed me up with the best teacher in our area. I fell in love with it instantly, the way the cool keys felt underneath my fingers.

I quickly learned the basics, what was supposed to take a month took me 2 weeks. After my one of my recitals, I came home there it was in our living room. A grand piano of my own. I cried, my parents smiling ear to ear as I played on my own piano. The last time I properly played was at their funeral. Something I loved so much, had caused me so much pain. I had attempted to play a few times after their funeral, only to give up with tears in my eyes and throwing sheet music around. After their funeral I stayed away from pianos, Lilo And stitch, and alfredo. But after a year or two I ended up eating alfredo and watching Lilo And Stitch, I never did end up playing piano again. But ever since I was 17, I only watched Lilo And Stitch and ate alfredo on the anniversary of their death. And the plane watching? It started the same night they passed. After my eyes were so red and tired of crying I slid out from underneath my bed, opened the window as saw planes flying by. Watched them as they went on with no problem. Not crashing. The passengers got to live, and go back to their families. Ever since that night I started watching the planes, it felt like I could talk to them, and connect to them more. The nights I didn't go to the back field of the airport, I went to the roof of my apartment building and tried to spot planes from there.

I look at my watch and I see that I need to meet Michael outside in a few minutes. I go to the other side of the bar and pour water into 2 plastic cups

And I head outside to the small patio, the sun just now starting to peak over the horizion. Michael wasn't there when I sat down. It was still a little cold, but was warmer than it was the last time I was outside. As I wait, I smoke a cigarette. I was thinking about leaving, just then Michael shows up. Plastic bags in hand, slightly out of breath.

"I figured you could use some breakfast." He grins at me, and I shake my head.

He looks at my plastic red cup in hand. "It's not even 7 yet DJ,you already need a drink?" He smirks.

I shake my head again. "I dont drink." I say.

"Really? Why?" He cocks his head to the side, and starts to take our breakfast out of their bags.

"It's bad for you." I smile and drink my water.

"Really? Drinking is bad for you? Well thank goodness smoking is the healthiest thing," He jokes. "But, I hope you like pancakes." He says and slides me a plastic takeout box with pancakes, eggs, and sausage, with a cup of orange juice.

"I'm more of a waffle kind of girl, but I will accept these pancakes." I say, my mouth watering, I was starving. As we eat together, I can see the sunrise.

"What's your favorite color?" Michael asks me, then takes a drink of his juice.

I raise an eyebrow at him, but answer his question. "It changes every now and then, but right now... I think blue. And yours?" I ask and continue to eat.

"Blue or red." He nods and I nod back., trying to come up with a question to ask him.

"Favorite season?" I ask

"Probably fall. Yours?"
"Winter... favorite TV show?"
"Oh, The Walking dead, hands down! You?"
"The Walking dead, too." I smile as I responded.

We went back and forth for a while, the questions starting off simple like favorite this and that. Then they went to what's the best memory you've had. Then the one I was hoping he wouldn't ask.

"Are you a Virgin? Yes or no." He smirks at me and I blush and look away.

"This may surprise you, but yes. You?" I jeer back, still blushing. Michael chokes on his juice.

"I'm not a virgin, but you are?" He asks, his eyes widen.

"Why does that surprise you?" I'm really embarrassed at the moment.

"I-i-its just that you're so... so... so beautiful. Why did you think I would be surprised." He stutters through his sentence, which was kind of adorable.

"Just because I'm "beautiful" doesn't automatically make me not a virgin. And when somebody asks if you're a Virgin, they assume you aren't." I say and I take the last bite of my breakfast.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it that way. I actually kind of wish I was a Virgin." He confession almost makes me choke on my juice.

I laugh, "Really?" I wipe my mouth.

"Yeah, I think saving yourself really is a good thing. It's something special. Save it for the right person." He nods his head.

I nod too, not knowing how to respond to that. He laughs.

"Now with that being said, you probably don't ever want to see or talk to me again." He starts to pick up the trash of our breakfast. I laugh as well.

"It wasn't terrible. A little awkward but not the most asinine encounter I've had."

"Maybe we could do this again sometime? Hopefully it's not as asinine." He asks,with a hint of desperation.

"Maybe." I smile.

"Good, looks like we came to a consensus." He smiles back.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around. Thanks for breakfast." I wave goodbye and leave with out another word.