Sweet Silver Lining (A Norman Reedus Love Story)

Chapter 9

Because my best friend, Cynthia, who is in this story as herself won't stop texting me about posting this tonight, here it is! Chapter 9 of SSL!

 

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"Honey, what is on your mind?" Cinna broke me out of my train of thoughts. I opened my eyes. He was still steadily dying my hair. "What do you mean?" I asked him. He rubbed the dye into my hair and smiled at me through the mirror. He had a twinkle in his eye.

"You have been zoned out this whole time humming to yourself," he said. I felt my eyebrows furrow together in confusion. "I have?" I asked him. I really hadn't noticed. He nodded before stripping his gloves off and tossing them in the trash can.

He offered his hand to me and I took it as he pulled me out of the chair. He brought me over to the dryer. I sat down and he pulled the dryer low on my head. "So what's on your mind?" he asked me as he set the temperatures on the dryer. I shook my head.

"Trust me, it's nothing important," I said while sitting back in the chair getting comfortable. Cinna gave me a small smirk and winked at me before walking off to do something else. I knew I had at least 45 minutes under this dryer before my hair was done.

I grabbed my bag that was right beside the chair and pulled out my drawing pad. I started working on a sketch that I had been working on for quite some time. It was a sketch of Flanery and his dog Donut. I was almost finished with it and couldn't wait to give it to him.

It didn't seem like I had been working on it that long before Cinna was walking back over to me. He lifted the hood of the dryer up just a little so I could hear him. "Here," he said while taking my drawing pad from me and folding it closed. I reached for it but he pulled it away.

"I don't think you need that right now," he said. My eyebrows pulled together in confusion before he dropped a composition book in my lap. "I think you need to get it out," he said while opened up the book to a fresh page. He gave me a small smile before walking away.

I tapped my pencil against the paper. Had I really been humming to myself this whole time and not paying attention to how loud I was actually doing it? My hand started flowing across the page as I started writing our lyrics. I didn't know why all of this had suddenly decided to hit me. I couldn't remember the last time I had wrote a new song.

 Baby,

Whatcha doing today,

what are you doing later?

 

I tapped my pencil against the paper again. I had the beat and the music but now I was struggling with thinking of the lyrics. I looked up to see that Norman was now sitting under the dryer across from me playing on his phone. He looked up and gave me a small smile.