Bad boy in love

Step 3

~are we friends?!?!

Saturday morning, I'm trying so hard to stay away from people today. My temporary mother is being a huge pain and that "dad" was being no less, he's a huge thorn. I was walking down the street, guitar strap over my shoulder and a couple of leather fingerless gloves accompanied by a black T-shirt and baggy ripped jeans- headphones always included along with phone. I listened to music as I walked down to the park, to meet my so called "sister" for a quick favor I owed her. The park is only 4 blocks away so it didn't take muck time to get there. "what do u want Shana?" I asked her "and why did u want me to bring my guitar?" I added
"I just wanna get discovered, so just play ur guitar while I sing" Shana replied. I sighed, and sat down on a bench nearby. I placed my guitar correctly on my lap and started playing some random melody. My sister sang some crapy lyrics, and got mad when I told her. "u asshole" she muttered. I giggled at her anger, but continued to play as if she hadn't said a word. "if it's so easy, you try!" she yelled
"ok I will" I replied calmly. She stormed off in anger, I strummed the guitar and sang. Not gonna lie, kinda had fun doing it.
"didn't know u could play the guitar" said a familiar voice. I looked up to see it was her.
Damn... Of all the places for her to show up. I quickly took and placed it next to me on the floor. I stood and awkwardly avoided eye contact. I turned my gaze to an oak tree in the park, I saw a small blue bird one of the tree branches. So many damned blue birds in this country.... I calmed down a bit, and took a deep breath while directing my gaze towards Rihanna again "I hope that's a good thing" I said to her
"it is" she replied
"well thanks then- don't tell anyone at school though..." I continued
"Whatever, so do u think I could try?" she pointed at my guitar
"sure- I mean, yea go for it." It was embarrassing but I passed her my guitar anyway. she sat down on the bench with the guitar on her lap, I walked behind her and placed her fingers on the right frets and strings. "now u just put ur finger right here" I noted as I placed her index finger on the correct string. she looked at her left hand, which I had perfectly placed on the neck of the guitar. We turned to face each other, our faces only centimeters away, "n-now u just-...." I gulped "....just strum" I finished. She stared at me and strummed, never once letting her gaze wander away from mine. "that was... great" I said as I gave a small chuckle, she smiled and giggled at me. A while passed, we were staring at each other for a pretty long time.
I shook my head and backed away from her- she did the same "thanks" she said as she stared down at the guitar to avoid meeting my eyes
"yea no problem" I replied awkwardly.
"ya know, ur not as bad as everyone says u are. u look tough and act like a bad boy, but I think ur a really sweet person" she said as she continued to strum the guitar.
"a nice person?" I couldn't help but laugh at those words, "I think the last time I heard that was when I still had my mom with me." Rihanna stared at me, her face clearly showing concern. "what?" I asked still chuckling a bit.
"Nothing... You must miss her, right?" she asked
"why would I?" I asked
"she's your mother!" Her face turned into a distorted grimace.
"I know, I see her almost every day" I replied "so u actually go to the cemetery everyday?" she inquired
"no, I go to her house almost every day, she's not dead!" I yelled "my dad is dead and my mom is getting alittle help, and I've been switching homes with some pretty nice people for the past 7 years" I explained
"oh so your in..." She hesitated, but managed to spit it out "foster care?" she asked.
"when u put it like that it sounds awful" I commented
"well it's not exactly something good" she replied. Nevertheless she was probably right. I never loved my foster parents as much as I loved my real mother, the good thing is that in a couple of months I was getting out. I guess Rihanna had noticed as I was getting sucked into these thoughts- she started to apologize like a repenting criminal, "sorry I brought it up" she finally said
"it's fine" I was calm about it and sat on the bench next to her. She looked at me, and for the first time I noticed how nice her blue ocean-like eyes were.
I starred for a moment and she did the same "ur eyes are really pretty" she said to me "their hazel colored"
"well thanks for stating the obvious" I teased, I laid back onto the backrest on the bench "your eyes are kinda cute" I said as I stared at the sky "it's kinda like looking at the ocean. I like your hair too, it looks cuter when it's let down like that. It suits u" I said to her.
Flattery will get me nowhere but it's worth a shot, "thank you!!" she yelled excitedly
"what?" I was unaware of what I had said to make her so happy "that was a really nice compliment!!!" she said as a huge smile spread across her face.
"I was only expressing my truth, I don't see why ur so happy" I said as I crossed my arms on my lap and lowered my head, "well 'ur truth' is really sweet" she complimented
"u think?" I turned to look at her. she gulped and her face turned red, she tried to hide her face with her hair and when her attempt failed, she put her hoodie on "what's wrong?" I asked curiously "I really never noticed, but now I know why they call u rainbow" she replied "oh u mean how my eyes turn different colors, yea sorry it's pretty weird" I said as I looked down at the ground "no! it's really cool! I love the colors- it's blueish, almost green, kind of like emerald" she explained. I giggled and started to look around the park, Rihanna gave me back my guitar and I played as I looked around. I stopped when I heard a mother and her daughter speaking to each other "but mommy it's just a puppy" the little 6 year old said "sweet heart stay away from it" her mother said as she pulled her daughter away.