Our Song

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I woke up in a shitty mood the next day, not only from my awful dream but because Ness was literally laying on top of me. Groaning I pushed Ness away from me and onto the other side of the bed. I grabbed my phone from the night stand checking the time, it was 8:10.
I sat up straight and started to stretch as Nessa stirred a little more in her sleep. I knew her class was at 10 so I gently nudged her with my foot, well I thought it was gentle till she went flying off the bed and she landed on the floor with a thud.
"Oh shit!" I cursed crawling over the bed to see her laying on the floor, groaning. Next thing I know Tommy flings the door open with a frying pan in his hand, shirt off wearing boxers with his short curls all disheveled and sticking to one side of his head.
"Back off! I have a...frying pan?" He yelled out looking very puzzled at his weapon of choice. His gaze bounced from me to a very scared looking Ness. He let out a sigh of relief seeing it was just us, dropping the frying pan from his defensive pose he let his arm slack against his side and ran his other hand through his hair to push it back.
"So do you always sleep with a frying pan? Or was it the first thing you found?" Ness giggled looking up from the floor.
"Hahaha laugh it up Ness, you won't be laughing when this frying pan saves your life one day." He said rolling his eyes, "by the way it was the first thing I saw in the kitchen." He yelled as he walked out of my room and into the kitchen to no doubt put the frying pan away.
Ness and I just sat there laughing for awhile before we realized we had to get up and get ready for our classes.

Today was an easy day at school, I only had 2 classes and it was film production and film editing. The last 2 classes I needed to complete my major.

The professor took us on a tour of the editing bays we were going to be working in to complete our finals. Mr. hammonds was an older man who had been in the industry for almost 50 years before retiring. He's edited many films, and taught countless students, so I knew having him as teacher was going to be so amazing.

After taking the tour he passed out our syllabus and told us about our finals, " your final for this class is going to be combined with your production class. You're going to produce and edit a film in the genera of your choice. It can be anything that interests you. If you need any input or advice my door is always open. And with that class is over." He smiled and waved giving us the ok to leave the class. I packed up my books and left heading towards the quad.

My classes were done for the day but I didn't want to leave the campus just yet, the sun was shining and the weather was perfect. I picked a bench in the middle of the quad and sat there for a minute just watching my surroundings, people watching was always interesting.

After a minute I pulled out my earbuds and journal and a pen and just started to write anything and everything that came to my mind in a jumble of words sporadically written all over the page to later be put together into a song that describes how I'm feeling in this moment. Feeling a tap on my shoulder I took out my ear buds looking up coming face to face with a smiling Carter.

"Hey Dani, whatcha doin?" He leaned down on the back of the bench on his forearms so he was at my eye level close enough for his minty breath fan across my face doing weird things to my insides.

Closing my journal and putting it in my bag, patting the seat next to me, "Just writing, about to head home. I'm done for the day. What's up?"

He jumped over the bench to sit next to me, putting his bag down at his feet, "so you're not doing anything for the rest of the day?" He asked as he took his phone out of his pocket to check the time.

I shook my head, "Nope. Why what's up?" I asked not really sure where this was going.

He smiled at my answer, standing up pulling his bag with him, "can I take you some where?" He asked holding out his hand for me to take.