Painted Faces

Chapter Three

Fun fun fun, we are almost to more interesting parts. i mean not that this isnt but you know what i mean. well i hope you enjoy (:

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I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even move as the boy came and sat down in the bean bag chair that was about a foot away from mine. He didn’t say anything though. I slowly placed the guitar down and started to get up without breaking eye contact with his intoxicating blue eyes. 

“Wait, don’t go.” he finally spoke and once again I froze. I could practically feel my face flush in embarrassment. Quickly trying to hide my blush I looked down. He reached out and grabbed my wrist, just like he had before but this time it was different. He gently guided me down back into my bean bag chair. Which could basically swallow me up I might add.

We sat there for about 3 minutes… the silence was killing me “I’m sorry,” my voice came out a quiet whisper. “I didn’t know you were standing there.” he chuckled lightly. I frowned at the floor. Great was he going to make fun of me now?

“I’m not going to make fun of you,” he started I looked up at him confused. How did he know I said that? I kept looking at him but he seemed to be honest so I sighed out of relief this seemed to amuse him as he continued. “I was in my room and my door to this room wasn’t closed all the way and I heard someone playing my guitar, I was kind of mad at first because I thought one of the drunk people downstairs from my brothers parties had gotten into my private room and was going to ruin my equipment.” 

I just looked at him wide eyed he lived here? “You live here?” I said my voice full of shock and disbelief no doubt. He didn’t answer my question but nodded indicating he was listening. I was going to ask him why he wasn’t at the party but he cut me off “I’m not at the party because they aren’t really my scene I mean all the drunks making a fool of themselves is pretty funny don’t get me wrong.” I had to agree with him there and nodded my head “but now I’m kind of glad I didn’t go tonight.” I could practically hear the smirk in his voice since I was looking at the floor I couldn’t see it but I sure as hell could hear it.

“I’m not mad you were in my private room, first off it’s not that easy to find so I give you props on that one, but also you’re singing and playing was wonderful.” I snapped my head up, brows furrowing. I have always been told I sucked a big fat one by Ryan so I never let anyone hear me play or sing for that matter. He seemed to notice my confusion before I could hide it because he picked the guitar up and handed it to me “Play me another one, I’m allll ears.”  I hesitated, but reluctantly took it from his hands.

His face brightened and I sighed a nervous breath, I was worried that he was going to back out when he got up and walked to the piano, but he came back and had a bottle of alcohol in one hand and two red party cups in the other. “If you play me another song ill let you have the honor of having a drink with me…” it was my turn to smirk because I knew he was back to his cocky self I had met before in the hall.

He plopped down onto the chair next to me and looked at me expectantly. “Oh the honor ey? Then lil’ ol’ me betta make this one good’” I said speaking with the most innocent oldies accent I could. He laughed lightly and motioned with his hands for me to start playing already. I let out a nervous laugh but continued to play another song I knew would sound alright. The only exception by Paramore,

I softly stoked the guitar strings with a pick I had found when I walked in for a while. Then against what I new I should do-I should turn and run, go and hide away from him. But I couldn’t he was intriguing.-I started singing the words that were so close to my heart.

“When I was younger I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind

He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it