Before We Met

~Chapter Two~

     I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm-or should I way brother. He was poking my face, constantly telling me to get up. 

     "Dad told me to go get some groceries. I want you to come with me." He told me when I asked him why he woke me up.

     "Just go yourself. You're not that lonely." I rolled back over and closed my eyes. Noah just grabbed my arm and slowly pulled me off the bed.

     "Noah! Let me go!" He only did so when I fell off of my bed. 

     "If you go with me, I can make it worth your while.," I gave him a questioning look, "I'll replace your guitar strings?" I narrowed my eyes, "Okay okay! I'll replace your guitar strings and give you a...um...a new notebook!" At this a opened my eyes fully and stood up, with Noah help. I shooed him out of my room and went to take my shower, firstly grabbing my phone, clothes, and speaker. I locked the bathroom door, connected my phone to my speaker, and got undressed. I turned on the hot water and stepped in to the large shower. It didn't help to wake me up much. But the music kept me awake enough to hum along. I don't think I'm a great singer-or musician. I have never had lessons, so I guess I may be tone-deaf. But one time when Noah came into my room at the old house, he caught me singing and playing guitar. He insisted that I was great and should continue, but I put my guitar away anyway because I didn't want Dad catching me. I guess I just thought Noah was just happy I even came close to speaking. I mean, I speak sometimes. But only around my family, and not even that often. I mostly say "good morning," or "good night," and small conversations here and there. But that's about it.

     After twenty minutes or so passed, I hopped out of the shower, dried myself, got dressed in a sweatshirt and leggings, and dried my hair. Once that was out of the way, I left the bathroom and grabbed my headphones, set them on my neck, put my speaker back, grabbed my small notebook and put it in my pocket, and headed downstairs. I tried finding my way through the house to the kitchen, and barely found it, too. We had nothing to eat, so I would be hungry until we were done at the grocery store. Great.

     At least I'm getting new guitar strings and a notebook from Noah. Anyway, I put my headphones over my ears and waited by the door for Noah. I ended up zoning out-not even bothering to know what song I'm listening to, but I still hum along anyway, how I don't know.

     By the time 3 songs-at least-ended, Noah came jogging down the stairs. I guess he knew there would be no breakfast, so he went right out the front door and to Dad's car. Too bad his car was in the wrong gear and tumbled into a tree. I just don't understand why he hasn't gotten a new one yet.

     We both got into the car and headed to the store.

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