Love In The Third Degree

Chapter 9: Opening Closed doors

I got into the bathroom and locked the door. I got into the shower and cleaned myself up. I got out put on a my pajamas. I unlocked the door ,and left the bathroom. I made my way to Megans room to see she was already in her pajamas lying on the floor listening to CDs. Her eyes were closed. She seemed like she was in another world. I walked closer and realized a small snoor escaped her mouth. She was lying on the floor next to the chair with the CD player on it. I smiled she was a good friend I thought. I pulled the blanket off the bed and put it over her. I didn't want to wake her up so I let her sleep. I turned off the music. Her eyebrows furrowed ,and she turned over on her side still asleep. I smiled. I walked out of the room to Markus' room. I stopped before opening the door. I heard a light strumming of an acoustic guitar, and soft singing.

I was mesmerized I knew Markus could play guitar ,but I didn't know he could sing. I leaned my head on the door. I heard snoring to. Must be Karmin. When the song finished I knocked on the door softly. I was greeted with a shirtless Markus. His glasses were off. I got a look at his eyes. They were blue like his sisters. His chest was toned. he wasnt muscular ,but he wasn't scrawny. "Hey," he greeted with a unlit ciggaret hanging out of his mouth.

"I didn't know you smoked," I said.

"Yeah, what are you doing here," he asked lighting his smoke.

"Megan fell asleep ,and I didn't want to wake her," I hummed.

" Same with Karmin," he stated blowing the smoke up ,and smiling. I just hummed looking into his eyes. "Come in," he said opening the door more to reveal a sleeping karmin on the floor.

His room had black walls with Sabbath posters on it. He also had Metallica posters on it. There was a dresser in the corner. Next to that was a king sized bed with blue sheets. In the middle of his room was a CD player ,and a TV on a stand. I looked up ,and there was a slant in the seiling. With a sun roof against the wall. There was a 3 step latter stair thingy against the window. "Like my window? Thats where I go to think," he said putting out the ciggaret in an ash tray on the dresser. He opened the window and climbed on the roof. "You coming," he offered his hand. I took it and he pulled me on the roof.

There was a cooler, a lawn chair, a blanket, and a great view of Seattle. Markus sat down on the blanket opening the cooler grabbing a coke. "Here," he tossed it. I caught it.

"Thanks," I said opening it ,and taking a sip.

"You know I don't take a lot of people up here," Markus said. I sat down next to him on the blanket with a questioning look.

"What do you mean," I quizzed.

"I mean this is my zone," he smiled,"the place I write."

"Then why bring me here," I asked.

"Cause you're a soul that wants to make and create," He said.

"You know in school I was onced asked what I wanted to be," I said," but I didn't know what that ment because I was always told what I should be."

"What do you wanna be?," he asked curiosity in his eyes.

"Well my parents want me to be a journalist ,but I wanna play guitar," I smiled. Opening up to him was easy. He was an understanding guy with good morals.

"Then play trust me it's worth it," he smiled looking up at the sky. It had a dark hue to it with white dots. "You know I'm glad we met," he said smiling at me.

"Yeah me to,"I replied finishing my soda.

"I'm sorry if I've been pushing you and Karmin to be friends again," he sighed ,"I just want you guys to get along so we can all be nice to each other."

"I understand Markus. You just want all your friends to get along," I said looking at the moon. Markus seemed to have this team player vibe about him.We had both been siting in silence for what seemed like an eternity ,so I layed back ,and closed my eyes. It took a long time before sleep hit me.

I was drifting to sleep when I heard a ,"Goodnight Abigail."