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Heart Strings Chapter Six

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I’ve learned that you can’t make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in

Anonymous

“HEY SEPHY. HOW IS UR KNEE? THIS IS NATHAN BTW. X”

My jaw just about dropped a mile into the ground. He was a stalker? Wow! That was fast. Even for his kind.

“HOW DID U GET MY NO.?” I texted back, as I continued to my sacred room, heart thumping in my chest.

My room was actually a lot tidier than I liked to admit it was. The walls were boring old white and the carpet was a deep plush red (just about summing up the colour of most of the things I owned) and you could see every inch of it too! But if I was being honest, I had a soft spot.

My desk.

It had papers lying about everywhere with drawings and writing (mainly lyrics). And then there was my darling laptop, which I didn’t know what I’d do without... But I liked to think I had an excuse with my desk. It was where all the creativity came to me.

I had a great, big, shiny brown piano in one corner of my room too, which was one of the most expensive things I owned. I got it for my fourteenth birthday and back then I was more into the piano than I was the guitar. I still loved it, of course, but playing the guitar just did something to me. It just made me feel so magical in a way the piano had never been able to make me feel.

Sorry piano…

Anyways.

I had posters on the wall too. Of a few masculine hunky types (Hugh Jackman!) and a couple of my best drawings. There were photos of me and the girls out and about too on my Wall of Fun. And all five of us at the gig last week which Tabby had gotten her twin brother, Adam, to take. (Oh, six including the dear boy...) Next to those were photos of the other bands.

I dropped my bag and went over to my Wall of Fun to scrutinise the Horn boys again. I could still barely see them, but I could tell Nathan was in the middle, holding a microphone, electric guitar slung around his shoulder, and his mouth wide open in song. His stance was radiating with confidence. My heart gave a funny bump.

Ooh, heart attack anyone?!

I looked away from him. There Ian was, slightly behind, also playing the electric guitar, his short blonde hair spiked up for the event.

My phone vibrated in my hand, scaring me; “WELL, IAN HAD SAMMIE’S NO. ND WHEN HE TLD ME THT I ASKD 4 URS ND HE GOT IT FROM HER, THEN GAVE IT TO ME. WHY?”

I flopped onto my bed replying “BCAUSE I FEAR THAT U R A STLKR.”

“FAIR ENOUGH.”

I smiled, about to reply with something incredibly witty when I got a call. ‘Nathan? What are you up to now?’ I sighed, pushing the excitement down. Arghh! What was going on? I had a frigging boyfriend!

‘Hello to you too Sephy,’ I heard through the phone.

‘How much credit are you wasting exactly?’

‘None. This is about your proposal...’

‘Huh, okay, go on...’ I gulped. Oh dear.

‘I think it would be cool if we sang some song together.’

‘Together?’ As in our bands... ‘Wow, well, I’m not sure. Your music is a bit different to ours.’ I continued, referring to the original hard metal rock type song they sang at the gig called No Time. We were more Punk/Pop though I’d written one or two soft rock songs.