I swear Ryan is a secret, famous chef. All he made was simple spaghetti and it was like heaven in food form. That was last night though. Today is Sunday. Since I started living with Ryan, I have a lot of extra cash. I know exactly what I'm going to do today. So I head out to the shop I need to go to. Ever since my parents died, I didn't have much money, so I had to sell my original one. Thanking the cashier as I left, I headed home. I didn't want Ryan to know, but he was out with friends, so the coast was clear. I brought it into my room, and sat down on my bed. I opened it's case and took it out. I let my fingers run across the strings. I started to strum it lightly. I tuned it and now it's ready. I grabbed the book, even though I didn't need it. I started to play. Then I sang. I sang with all my being.
By the time the song was over, I had tears rolling down my cheeks. That's enough for today. I put the guitar back in it's case and put my book away.
I just laid in my bed, curled in a ball under the cover, and cried myself to sleep.
A/N Yes it's short, but it's a huge reveal of something I've always wanted to do. Yes I wrote that song. I've never done that before but today, at 2:00 am I was inspired to write a song. It probably isn't the best, but I'm proud that I was able to even write something. Please don't be silent reading. I'm still freaking out about 500 reads! I love all my readers! (Edit) song is in hiding cause friend shall never see it
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Living With The Bad Boy
Teen FictionCover made by @CoversCreator 17 year old Juliet Barns has just been kicked out of her apartment and has no where to go. After her parents died six months ago she had to find somewhere to live. But now, her money was running low. Definitely not enoug...
