Chapter Three

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After dinner I went into my room to be on my own. I got my guitar out and started writing some music. Michael was alright I guess. I didn't really know him and I didn't think he wanted to know me anyway. Dad was through with him in the music room showing him all his guitars so they could play together. I just wanted to stay in my room.

I spend most my time in my room. Dad says its my black hole. I dunno. I stay here all the time. Its the only place I can get away to.

I heard a knock at the door. "Come in?", I yelled squeakily.

It was Michael. I was kinda shocked. What the hell was he doing here.

"Mum and your Dad are watching a movie so they told me to come in here and 'bond'", he laughed. His voice was so soft and comforting.

"Oh. Right, Hi. Uhh.. you can sit", I felt so uneasy and awkward. What was I meant to say to him? What were we gonna do?

"So... you play guitar?", Michael asked me wonderingly, itching his head.

"Yeah. I've been playing for 5 years. I started when I was 12." I smiled at him trying to be as friendly as possible.

Michael nodded. "So, your seventeen..? Sixteen?".

"Just turned seventeen"

"Aw, cool! Do you wanna play together?"

I nodded enthusiastically. Michael got out his guitar from outside my door. It was an electric, black and white with two X's on it. It looked pretty amazing compared to my boring sun kissed acoustic.

"So.. what songs do you know? Your not a Taylor Swift fan are you?" he rolled his eyes and winked at me.

I laughed. "Noooo. Green Day.. All Time Low.. Blink 182..?"

Michael clapped as if to applaud me for having good taste in music.

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