“He’s a jerk. I don’t like him, and I never will!” Chyna’s voice rang throughout the house and Louis froze, his hand on the door knob. He clamped his teeth tightly on his lip, and tried not to let those words cut as deeply as they did. He threw his shoulders back and opened the door, staring straight ahead. He pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and turned, striding out of the kitchen and up to his room. He closed the door behind him, took a swig from the bottle of water, then tossed it onto the nightstand. He plopped onto his bed, and pulled his phone from his pocket, pulling up the music app and sticking his earphones in.
Seems like everyone is up in my face
Need to get out of this place,
It’s hard to see
With you in front of my face,
Just another perfect day
Acting like they wanna talk to me
So fake, yet so friendly
My eyes can see even the back of me
Won’t you just let me be?
Louis nodded along with the driving drum beat and screaming guitars. As usual, he tried to let the music sooth his anger and pain, but for some reason, it was much harder than normal.
He’s a jerk. I don’t like him and I never will! The girl’s words blasted into his head once more, over the sound of his music. He squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to focus on the lyrics.
It seems everyone is up in my space
Like it’s the American way
I run, in case
Somebody takes my place
Just another change of pace
I know you think you know a lot about me
But so many wanna doubt me
My eyes can see even the back of me
Won’t you just let me be?
Why would she even like someone like you? You always act like a jerk, and you don’t even try to make friends. Why do you have to be so difficult, Louis? You have to be different, don’t you? You haven’t even said thank you to Eda for breakfast, and you know those were the best pancakes you’ve ever had. Why cant you just be normal? If you were normal, you wouldn’t be here right now. You make me sick—I'm disgusted to call you my son. Louis flinched and ripped the earphones off, still hearing TFK’s loud music. He pressed pause, and sniffed, then ran his sleeve under his nose.
I am a sorry excuse for a human. He heard faint guitar music and glanced down at his phone. Thought I turned my music off? He stared at his screen. The play button wasn’t on. He glanced toward the door, and slid off the bed, then slowly opened the door. The guitar got slightly louder, and he heard a light voice singing along. What is that? He tiptoed toward the sound—it sounded like it was coming from a room down the hall. He stopped in front of the door. A huge sign of a girl playing the guitar was hanging on it. He didn’t know how he didn’t see it before—too busy sulking, he guessed. He studied the picture and it suddenly struck him that the guitarist on the door was rock artist Demi Lovato. He grinned, then gasped. The picture was signed. Demi Lovato never signed pictures with anyone! He peered down and read the chicken scratch.
Hey, Chy --
Thanks so much for your help, girl! You are so rocking! You ever need a backup guitarist, give me a call—but somehow I think you’ve got it covered. XD Don’t ever stop your music!
MC D Love
MC D Love?!? Louis’ jaw dropped. She’s that close with Demi freaking Lovato???? He stared at the door. The guitar music still hadn’t stopped, and neither had the light, lilting voice. He took a deep breath, and opened the door a crack.
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