It Started With A T-Shirt

Chapter 4: Pranks, Pranks, and more Pranks Part 1

     It's been 2 days since I last saw Ashton.  But I've made pretty good friends with his besties, hehe.

                 Flashback 2 days ago

     I sit with my friends at our usual lunch table. I haven't seen Ashton in any of my classes. I look around and see the other two people in his pose sitting at their lunch table, no Ashton in sight.

     I walk over to them and sit opposite from them, "That's Ashton's seat." James says with his mouth full of food.

     I roll my eyes, "I don't see Ashton sitting in it," I look over to his other friend, whoms name I still don't know, "Actually, I haven't seen him all day."
     "No name" guy just stares at me with a bored expression before turning his attention back to his phone.

     James swallows his food, "He's ditching a few day to plan a really bad prank on you!" He says excitedly. "No Name" guy elbows him in the side.

      "Ouch. Sorry Tyler." Oh, so his name is Tyler.

     "I'm guessing I wasn't supposed to know that?" I ask rhetorically.

     "Nope." Tyler replies, eyes still glued to his phone.

     "So he speaks." I deadpan.

     We sit in an awkward silence for a few moments before I decide to break it. I'm getting tired of hearing Tyler snicker mischievously at his phone every few seconds.

     I snatch it out of his hands and take a peek, "Hey!" He protests.

     "What? Something I shouldn't see?" I laugh and look down at the screen.

     Definitely shouldn't have looked.

     "Yes." He mumbles after taking back his phone. I was too shocked to try and fight back. He can have it.

     "Remind your parents not to go through your search history." I say before getting up and leaving.

     I'm going to have girls in Bikinis (and a lot less) imprinted in my head forever now.

                     End of Flashback

I shiver at the memory.

Walking down the empty hallways, I make my way to the recording studio inside the music room. I got permission from the teacher to use it after school whenever I wanted to so here I am, on a Thursday, at 5:23 pm, in the music room, about to jam out.

I unlock the glass doors and sit in front of the mike, taking out my guitar. I start singing my favorite song. My dad taught me how to play the chords when he noticed how I would listen to it all the time. I love 21 Pilots, and so did he. Listening to it now makes me feel even more connected to him.

I start strumming, and begin singing "House of Gold" by 21 Pilots.

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone
Will you take care of me?"

I start strumming harder,

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone
Will you take care of me?"
I will make you queen of everything you see
I'll put you on the map
I'll cure you of disease"

At first I didn't notice, but as the person came closer, I realized someone started singing with me. I ignored it and continued strumming, harmonizing perfectly with the person,