The Melody of a Protagonist

Chapter 12- Drama, Anyone?

                                                       Chapter 12.

“Jemma!” Lily called, winding down the passenger window of Dave’s car.” 

“Hey” Jemma called back over her shoulder, fumbling awkwardly with the crooked lock of her emerald green front door. A large troll doll was tethered with a long length of ribbon to the new, freshly cut silver key in her hand. It appeared to be a quite grotesque sight; somewhat like the doll was hanging from a noose.

“Is she only wearing one shoe?” Dave queried, raising an eyebrow as he studied Jemma’s unusual method of walking as she approached the well kempt commodore.

Lily laughed, scuffling around in her bag. “Here’s your keys and err… right shoe”

“Cheers” replied Jemma, a little out of breathe from her efforts of hopping all the way to the car. She accepted the shoe from Lily’s outstretched grasp and climbing into the back leather seats.

“What the hell is that?!” Lily laughed uncertainly; pointing at the keys Jemma had discarded to her left.

Jemma shoved the green haired doll deep into her backpack, her face turning a little pink.

“Err, let’s just say Mum wasn’t pleased that I’d miss placed my keys… I think she’s punishing me. -Anyway, How’re you Dave?” Jemma coughed, trying to quickly change the subject.

“Ha-ha, good thanks- should I ask about the shoe thing or…?”

“Don’t bother” Lily cut in. “…it’s just one of those mysterious ‘Jemma’ talents.” Lily waved her arms mystically in the air, as if she was preforming some sort of magic ritual. “Your ability to loose such random objects never ceases to amaze me.”

Jemma smirked in amusement, rolling her eyes.

“Speaking of mysterious-“ Lily continued, leaning eagerly over the back on her seat, her expression highly mischievous and interrogative. “What happened with you and Zac last night? You never responded to my message.”

“Oh, I’m sorry- what about you missy?” Jemma placed her hands on her hips and shook her head in a playful, accusing manner.  “I do believe you hung up on me mid sentence- Ohh Bondai’s here!” Jemma teased, speaking in a high-pitched girly tone, fluttering her eyelashes.

Dave laughed a little uncomfortably.

“Finnne We’ll talk later.” Lily scoffed in defeat, turning back around in her seat and switching on the radio.

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Dave’s fingers twitched involuntarily as he gripped the steering wheel. He’d liked Jemma for a long time now, but he’d never told her and kept this a secret from everyone, especially his band mates. 

He pondered over the day they’d first met, almost two years ago.

Lily had brought Jemma to band practice with her one wintery afternoon after school. Jemma hovered in the corner in a bright red coat clasping a large mug of dark hot chocolate in her small, yellow mittens.    

Dave watched her for a few minutes; playfully blowing patterns into the steam rising from her cup. Sensing his eyes on her, Jemma looked up to meet his gaze from beneath her dark red fringe. Through those scarlet strands of hair shone the brightest green eyes Dave had ever seen. So mischievous and alluring, he was immediately entranced.