Crazy

Chapter Three

"Who wakes you when the morning comes?" my alarm clock sang out at four forty-five on Saturday.

"The concert!" I jumped out of bed and hit the snooze button.

I ran to my closet and started rummaging through my clothes. I finally settled on a black shirt with red writing. It said:

WHO'S HUNTER HAYES'S GIRLFRIEND? YOU'RE LOOKING RIGHT AT HER.

I put on a pair of denim jeans to go with it. Then I knelt by my bed to pray.

"Dear God, I'm really, really nervous. I have no clue how things are going to play out. Please, I have no idea what Kat will do while I'm gone. And I'll never forgive myself if she cuts herself today. Amen," I opened my eyes and got off the floor.

My phone rang almost immediately. And of course, it was Hunter.

"Five hours and two minutes until the concert!" I exclaimed into the phone.

"Whoa! Um, I have a change of plans about the meet and greet," he said.

"Okay..."

"How about we have it before the concert, then we cant talk some more afterward," he sounded nervous.

"Sure! Can't wait. When should I get there?" I asked.

"Anytime, before the concert, anyway. So, what are you doing?"

"Talking to you," I laughed.

"Ha ha, very funny. Anything else?"

"Yeah, I can't find my necklace," I muttered. "Hold on a minute."

I stepped into the hallway and held my hand over the phone.

"Kat! Did you take my necklace?!?"

No reply. I ran down the hall and burst into her room. There it was, sitting in a tangled mess, on her dresser.

"I'll be there sometime around five twenty. Remember, five foot one, sandy blond, black shirt and denim jeans," I pressed the end button on my phone.

I snatched my necklace up and ran downstairs. Mom was sitting at the table sipping coffee.

"Where's Kat? I found this," I held up the little cross, worn with age, but still a dark black, with a dark string tied, to it, "in her room. She took it from me!"

"Dear, calm down. I'm sure she just wanted to look at it," Mom attempted to reason.

"By tying it in knots? And she should've asked," I slipped my necklace over my head and left the room.

Why was she doing this to me? Because my life was actually going better than hers?

"I'm headed out to see Hunter!" I shouted before slamming the front door shut.

*****

"So this is the mysterious Kitty Soles. You're even prettier than your picture says you are," Hunter then glanced at my shirt. "Nice, I think I'd like that."

I grinned at him.

"Cool necklace, looks like mine," he held up his pendant. "Where'd you get it?"

"My grandfather gave it to me," I stared at my feet.

"What's wrong? Did I offend you or something?" Hunter worried.

"Nothing," I flashed a smile that quickly vanished. "My grandfather decided when he was about in his mid-thirties that he'd give it to his second grandchild. But when my mother was pregnant with me he had a heart attack.

"He know he would pass away soon, so the day I was born my mother made sure that we were in the same hospital as him. A few hours after the delivery, she had him brought to us. He had just put the necklace over my head and laid back down when he died."

"I'm so sorry, I should have never brought it up. I feel horrible now," he gazed at my sympathetically.

"Don't be. It's not your fault, besides, I still have plenty of family left."

"You're right, there's no use in crying over something we can't change. So lets change the subject. Do you know how to play the guitar?" he asked.

"Duh! What seventeen-year-old doesn't? Well, besides Sarah," I gave him a smile.

"Electric? Or acoustic?"

"I can play any kind, but I prefer left-handed electric."

"Hey, Jim! Can you get my friend here a left electric?" Hunter called out to a random guy.

"Sure thing! Then I'll leave you two alone," Jim laughed.

He ran into a room and came out with the most beautiful guitar I had ever seen. He handed it to me and walked off laughing.

"My dressing room is that way, I want to hear what you can do," Hunter pointed.

We closed the door and Hunter sat down. The whole place was amazing. He had posters of Martin guitars everywhere. And the carpet was designed to have his logo on it.

"Alright, pick a song. Oh, I forgot, you need a pick," he smiled as he pulled one out of his pocket.

For a second our hands touched as I took it from him. My heart jumped to my throat, excitement pouring out of me.

I cleared my throat and slipped the guitar strap o over my shoulder. With Hunter's pick in my grip, I contemplated on what song to sing. I finally sided with More Than I Should.

As soon as I started playing the notes Hunter's eyes lit up. I started singing.

"I wasted time and money, honey, treating you like a queen. Might as well have just thrown matches at a tank of gasoline."

He stared at me, open mouthed. I continued and his eyes grew wider.

"Last night I found myself in the strangest, sweetest dream. there you were arms wide open right in front of me. The closer I moved toward you, the further away you stood," I smiled. "I woke up and whispered I loved you more than I should."

Hunter continued to stare as I finished the song.

He automatically stood up and started clapping.

"So, your not only pretty, but your talented and apparently my girlfriend," he pointed at my shirt.

"Ha ha, nice one," I handed him back the instrument.

"No, you can keep it. And the pick too. I've got plenty of 'em," he carefully set the guitar back in my hand. "Oh, and be very gentle with that, it's rather old."

Hunter stared at me with his crooked grin, a warm feeling spreading a across my whole body and I could feel a patchy blush creep up my neck and to my face. For a minute I thought he was going to kiss me. He leaned in close, so close I could smell mint toothpaste coming off h his breath. He gently put his hand on my shoulder, the butterflies in my stomach got more and more anxious, his gorgeous eyes piercing into mine. I almost shuddered with excitement. Almost.

"They ARE blue! From your picture they looked gray," he pulled back.

"What?"

"Your eyes. In the picture you sent me they looked gray, but you said they were blue, so I had to make sure," he laughed.