BACK THEN *ON HOLD*

C H A P T E R T H R E E

" All my days I'll know your face

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed "

I woke up in wet grass and wet clothes. The images of yesterday came floating in my mind. How I talked to Calum. I TALKED to him. How he taught me playing the bass...

I sat up and felt a terrible ache in my back because I slept on the hard ground. Lazily I stood up and went into my house. I tried to be as quiet as possible but my mother stood in the hall. "Upps", I said and smiled.

"Upps. Yeah, upps is not the right word. Maybe sorry would be. Where were you? I was so worried about you!"

"I'm sorry mum. I was at Calum's 'till dusk like I wrote and fell asleep in the garden."

"You slept in the garden for the whole night? That's why you look so horrible!" Charming.

"Yeah, I slept there, I'm sorry mum. Can I go upstairs now? I need a shower"

"Go, child, but please don't ever do this again" I agreed and promised here to never ever do this again and went up to take a shower.

I went out of the shower and put on some sweatpants and a All Time Low Shirt. I had a lot of band-shirts because I loved wearing them and my mum hated me wearing them. I laid down on my bed and looked up my messages on my mobile. I had one from Calum.

Good morning, wanna come over today? Or I come to your home and you teach me the piano? Cal xx

Good morning. I would love you to come over :) you know where I live, you can come anytime you want Chrissy xx

I laid back on bed and plugged in my earphones to listen to some music. But five minutes after I send the text message our doorbell rang. "I'll get it!", I screamed so my family won't see who was coming over. I ran down the stairs and opened the door.

"Hi Cal", I smiled and Calum gave me a warm hug. He was so tall, he was nearly 6 inches taller than me. "Let's go upstairs"

I told him to take a seat but he just pulled me into his lap on my bed. And I sat in his crotch again. I felt really uncomfortable. "I like your shirt" I smiled. Somehow we ended up in a conversation about our favourite bands. We both liked mostly the same bands.

"So, you wanted me to teach you the piano?"

"Yes, shit, I'm afraid. I have never done anything like this." I laughed.

"It's not that hard" I stood up and went over to my piano. "Sit down" Calum sat down and - of course - pulled me into his lap. With other boys in that age this would have been very perverted, but Calum wasn't like that.

"Can you read notes?", I asked and placed my fingers onto the keyboard.

"Sure"

"Okay, it's very easy" I started to explain him how to play the piano and he was very good. "You're a natural. And I'm not kidding, you are really good, for your first time"

"Thank you", he smiled."can you play a song for me?" I nodded and started to let my fingers fly over the keys. Out of nowhere I started one of my favourite songs. Empire State of mind from Alicia Keys.

Calum clapped after I finished the song. "You are really good. I think I never met someone who could play the piano as good as you"

"Thank you", I blushed a little and looked down at the keys.

"Don't be shy about it. Normally you're so outgoing. Apart from ... When you talk to the teachers. Why don't you talk to them? It's nothing to do with sass or so. Can you tell me why?"

It was clear that he would ask it sometime, but I wasn't ready for it, and I didn't even had an explanation myself. How should I explain it to him?

I took an deep breath before answering. I somehow had the feeling I should trust him. He's part of the mystery too, why shouldn't

I tell him as much as I know? He may know answers.

"I don't really know why. It's just- it has been like it since I was a kid. I can't talk to anyone apart from my family and my only friend. I somehow accepted it, but then - you changed it. Since yesterday I'm so confused! I could talk to you. Actually talking. I didn't even knew you! I don't really know you now and I don't know why I am telling you that...", I rumbled. "I think I never spoke that much" I giggled a little.

"So that's why you were so surprised as we talked. And that's why you were at the headmaster's and I should talk to our chemical teacher.", he explained to himself. "And you could never talk to anyone, but you could talk to me? But why don't you do - you know-"

"A therapy? Who should pay that? I haven't got enough money and my parents - they don't know"

"You haven't told your parents? But why? I bet they could help!"

"No, they wouldn't understand. They are this type of person who just casually could chat with anyone. From a postman to the Queen. I'm just not like that!"

"And that's nothing bad, Chrissy, you are perfect the way you are" Even though it was sweet, it was nothing I wanted to hear right now.

"Aw, thanks, but I want answers? Why can't I talk to strangers? Why can I talk to you? It's just a bit much. I'm sorry that I bother you with my problems"

"That's not bad, Chrissy, hell, tell me everything that pulls you down. Maybe I can lift a bit of it from your shoulders and swimming will get easier."

"No really, it will just pull you down more. I don't want to put my problems on your shoulders."

"Then at least let me help you getting answers"

"Okay, but from where? Who -or what - could help us?"

"We have to find out, Chrissy", he said, "but for now, you teach me the piano"

{NEXT CHAPTER, whoho!

Okay, hope you liked it.

~Lara}