Sing me love

Sing for me part 1

-Hey

Heyy (:

-So u gonna teach me guitar or what?!?

Idk am I? Ahah what time?

-get ova here! Damn, I got cookies ((:

Oooooo I'm comin! Don't eat them all piggy :@)

- (; to late hehe

-.- bitch u better not of

-(;

I'm at ur door. Oooppppeeeennnnn it

-wait! Let me shove the last cookie in XD

I'm texting Chase and I finally set up some lessons because I was bored.

I heard a knock. Standing for my bed I take my time heading up the stairs giggling to myself.

"Who is it?"

I said before opening.

"It's Chase dumbo. Open up"

"Well that's not very nice" I laugh at my words.

"You want lessons or not?"

"Or nahhhh! And ya" I open the door to see a angry smirk on his face.

His hairs short. A light chocolate brown with light spots. It stands up, but not jelled, more fluffy. His deep hazel blue eyes look down at the guitar in my hand.

"Nice guitar, where did you buy it from?"

I didn't know so I quickly thought of some music store.

"Gnashing Beats"

He looks up at me.

"How did you pay for that? Their expensive."

Oh great. What am I supposed to say now? My thoughts scrambled.

"Um, my dad got me it when I was 12. I never learned to play..."

I didn't want to tell him to much to soon.

"Can he play?"

"Ya... He can sing to."

"Oh cool, was he in a band?"

I let him actually walk in. We made our way to my now clean room.

"Ya, Beenevos."

"He was in that band?!"

"Ya. David Sparrow."

"Holy shit! Their great! I've heard them before, they don't have a lot of songs."

"Ya... The band broke up."

Can't he tell I'm sad? I'm quiet.. I'm uncomfortable...

"Did he die?"

I don't answer this. I look through my nightstand drawer looking for his music. I pull it out and set it on my bed.

"I'm sorry I asked..."

I look up at him from my dad's music.

"It's ok.."

"I don't know your dad's songs well, so I don't think it will be easy to teach you sense I don't know it myself."

I nod and set it on my nightstand. I fidget in my spot getting comfy.

-------------------after guitar session-----4:37---------------------------------

"Your not that bad"

"Thanks." I smile to this as I glide my pick over the chords.

There was moment of silence. It wasn't awkward, but it was peaceful.

"My dad isn't dead, at least I don't think so." I whispered quietly.

I was messing with my nails and folding the corner of the music.

"When I was 10 my dad disappeared. Literally off the face of the earth."

"Oh" his voice cracked a little and was small.

"Ya... We searched for him for months. We never found him."

"I'm sorr"

I cut him off.

"Don't be. It's ok.. I'll find him one day."

He scooted closer to me on the bed.

"What if you don't?"

My breath hitches. What if I don't? What if he is dead?

I stand up and walk over to my wall. Pictures hang on it. All the memories.

One of the pictures stuck out. I remember it.

It was at a concert. A Taylor Swift concert.

We stood in front of the entry way with huge smiles plastered on our faces.

We looked so happy, not broken at all.

I was wearing so,e Taylor Swift tshirt and my dad wore a necklace that had one glow stick wand thing.

Then I remember the day he didn't return. It all came flooding back... And Chase watched it all as I collapsed to the floor and everything went dark...