P.s I Love You

Chapter 2

*flashback*

Today i was going to call Ashton. he was nice a nice guy and he said he would talk to me and he trusted me. i rolled out of bed and put my hair in a quick messy bun. i took out my guitar and started playing cords. i pulled up Amnesia on my computer screen and began listening to music. I then tried playing it on my guitar for a little while before i mastered the begging. Since I played the Guitar for so long i can play music by ear it just takes me some time to figure parts out.

After an hour of playing on my guitar, I decided to take a break and go downstairs to eat breakfast. The cool air of the hallway made me shiver as i walked down the old, creaky stairs to see my my dad and brother eating at the table and my mom making me a bowl of ceral and coffee.

"you were playing for a while" my mom said as she put a bowl of lucky charms infront of me. i smiled and took a bite. It was always awkward talking to my family about music becuase we both liked different things.

"yea im learning a new song" i said. she smiled and nodded and then contined her gaze on the snowfall outside. Sometimes i felt like she wanted me to turn out more like her. She never asked me to play a song for her and always got bored when i talked about my music. Me and my mom were never really close. My whole family and i werent really close. I finished my ceral and coffee and cleaned up all the dishes.

After breakfast i headed upstairs. I picked the piece of paper that ashton gave me the other day and looked from it to my phone. i didnt know if i could trust him. I just met why would i call him. However he is th efirst person that i met that is into rock music like me. He was famous too so if i was his friend maybe i would have a better chance of getting a career in the music industry. could i trust him with my problem though? screw it! I picked up my phone and dialed the number. It rang a few times before he answerd.

"hello" He said in his australian accent.

"hey its rose! " i said through the phone.

"oh whats up" he said cheerfully " are you okay from yesturday"

"well i havent talked to her at all yet. She just was telling me how im and unsocial peron thats likes to spend my time in my room listening to 'crappy old music' and playing my guitar for 5 hours" i explained to him rolling my eyes ever though he could'nt see me.

"sounds like a nice friend" He siad sarcasticly followed by a giggle. I laughed flopped on my bed so i was facing the celing.

"she makes me feel special sometimes though and she gives some good advice. We just have a love-hate relation ship" I said. I knew he was nodding on the other end even though i could'nt see him

"Well i think that there is nothing wrong for playing your guitar and listening to GOOD music in your room. Its what you love to do and you shouldnt let her chage you" He explaied to me, immidiatly making me feel better.

"sometimes i just wish i could change and be more like evrybody else because everybody thinks i different and weird including my family. they were always into more classical stuff and i was more into rock stuff. I feel like i am judged by everybody for liking what i like and it sucks" i said, getting everything off my chest.

"i think that being differnt is better then trying to fit in. Besides your not the only one who likes rock music and playing the guitar. You shoud'nt care about what th others think. they are just jealous that you havea bettter taste in music then them" he explaied to me. I giggled at haw sassily he said that.

"well thanks for talking with me it mad me feel so much better" i said being 100% honest.

"no probelm and i was wondering if you wanted to hang later maybe" he asked me slowly. I just me t him and we were already hanging out? However i feel like i could talk to him and he would give me some great advice and make me feel better.