Divergent High

8

Tris P.O.V.

I really like him. I don't know what to do, but I do know not to tell Chris yet. I'll ask him while we work on the song. I think this over as we walk to the music studio. When we get there I instantly go to the piano and start stroking my fingers along the keys trying to remember the tune I had in my head all day. There is a silence only to be filled with the sounds of the piano. "Hey, can I ask you something?" He says breaking the silence. "Sure." I tell him. I watch as he thinks something over before saying, "I ain't much of a poet, but someone once told me to seize the moment, and not ponder it. So who taught you to play all of those instruments?" I laugh. "I'm self-taught....You listen to Eminem?" He smiles and says, "Of course! Who doesn't like him, he's awesome!" I laugh so hard now that he's starting too looked confused. "You sounded like a total fan girl!" I say laughing some more. That goes on until I am able to contain my laughter. "Hey, Fourr, can you hand me those music sheets? I'm gonna write down the drums beat on the sheet so I can get it recoded." He hands them to me. Then, and only then do I notice he took one of my sketch books. "Where did you get that?" I asked confused. "You left it by the guitar along with a pencil, so I drew a picture of you." He says adding some more details to it. "Let me see." I say. He adds a few more details then hands me the book. I look at the picture he drew of me. "Holy mother of Jesus! You're good!" I tell him. He just shrugs as I run down the hall looking for a picture frame and a black pen. "FOUND IT!" I yell once I find what I need and run back to where I left Fourr. I walk over to him and hand him the pen with his drawing and say, "Sign it, so I can put it in a frame!" Four listens without a doubt. He signs it, takes the picture out of the book, and hands it to me so I can put it in the frame. "Take it. You're really good." I say with a smile. "Come on we need to get back to work. I have all the stuff down here already, so all we need to do is get recoding!"

We are able to get all the music recorded, now time for lyrics. We walk to the recording studio. I sit down in front of the control panel trying to set everything up as Fourr absent mindedly plays with my hair. Everything is ready. "Alright everything is set up. I'll record my piece first so when I give you a thumbs up, press this red button. When I finish press it again. Got it?" He nods before saying, "Yeah I got it." I walk into the recording booth and put on the head phones and give him a thumbs up. The music starts, I start.

When we finish he asks me, "Why do people call you 6?" I laugh at the topic he chose. "Still didn't forget about that yet, huh?" He smirks and shakes his head no, as I continue. "I'm called 6 because by the time I was six I could break any bone in your body, I put someone in a coma for 6 months on June 6th 2012, I can take 6 guys that look much taller and broader then me all at once and win, I can take down any punching bag with 6 strong hits, I only have 6 fears, don't ask, and my jersey number in any sport I play is 6. And every year I end up have 6 major choke moments." He laughs. "I'm serious! I swear every time my friends see me with a drink or food in my mouth they have to make me laugh! One time my friend Alysse, dared me to chug a 16 oz. Dr. Pepper. I was in the middle of my chug when Alysse decides she wants to talk to her cat, Mrs. Kitty, in a low squeaky voice. Well this makes me choke because it was funny for some reason. I don't even remember what she said. I just laughed!" He laughs a little more. "Hey, don't forget you still have to tell me why you're called Four! We had a deal." He shakes his head but tells me, "I'm called Fourr because I, like you only have four fears, always have that jersey number, and I could get bulls-eye 4 times in a row by the time I was four." Now it's my turn to laugh. "Fourr I could shoot a gun at the age of two with a blind fold, and hit the center as many times as I want. Can you help me get the grill ready, I have a lot of things to do?" He nods his head and I lead him to the back where his eyes go wide. "I know they're cool right?" I say because he seems to be gawking at the 24 four-wheelers, 15 three-wheelers, 32 dirt bikes, a mechanical bull, and the huge tire that we will push people down a hill with. "The grill is over there, and the charcoal is in the shed along with the lighter fluid. When you finish you could help me in the kitchen or just check out the rest of the house. I'll be off I got family recipes calling my name!" I tell him and walk back to the kitchen and get started. I pull out flour, pans, corn flakes, powdered sugar, regular sugar, brown sugar, milk, eggs, frog legs, grape jelly, deer meat, deer sausage, pork, regular sausage, deer snack, alligator meat, knives and cutting boards, lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, chives, spinach, snow peas, ground meat, rice, peanut butter, peanut oil, coconut oil, olive oil, butter, raspberries, black berries, dew berries, blue berries, kiwis, bananas, vanilla wafers, pudding, measuring cups, chicken broth, water, and a whole lot of other things. I walk over to the small speaker thing Kye and Tristian installed for me, so I could listen to music while I cook. I put on my playlist and get to work.