Lover

Lov-

It's 4pm. I just got home from work and I wave to my friend, Shannon, who drives me home after work, as she takes off. (Yes I have other friends)

Jazmin isn't home yet. She usually comes home at 6 on a Monday, so that means I'm basically alone. To be honest, I don't really mind being alone. In fact, I wish I was more often. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely cherish the people around me and love them to bits. But sometimes I just want some Me-time, you know?
And since I'm alone I can sing at the top of my lungs and Jaz won't get annoyed and Eliott won't barge in and start singing himself. Not that I mind though, it's funny when he tries.
But now I can get really into it. If I make a mistake, who cares? No one's here to point it out anyway.

So I make my way to my room, sit at the edge of the bed, reach for my guitar- which I had since I was 13- and prop it nicely on my lap. I've always been so fascinated with it. I strum a single strum, and creasing my face in dismay when I realise it's out of tune. I tune it all up and strum one more time, and now I take in the beautiful sound.

Before I realise, I start playing the chords to my favourite song.

"We can leave the Christmas lights up 'til January," I start singing. "This is our place, we make the rules." I close my eyes, thinking about the kind of person I'd wanna be with the one. If I ever find him, that is. Picturing it so warm and sweet. So innocent and simple. He loves me. I love him.

"Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close, forever and ever..."

Easy, right? How I wish it was that easy. It's not as sweet and pretty in reality, not as easy as Taylor makes it seem. Trust me when I say relationships are nothing compared to those fantasy storylines in movies, or songs, or books. It takes more than just one heartbreak, one fight, one main character, and a lot more conflict, that have hardly any resolutions sometimes.
But that's why I love these types of songs. So that I can get lost in my imagination and feel happy, and free in the images these songs put in my head.

"Take me out and take me home. You're my, my, my, my

Lover..."

"Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand.
With every guitar string scar on my hand.
I take this magnetic force of a man to be my
Lover...
My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue.
All's well, that ends well, to end up with you.
Swear to be overdramatic and true to my
Lover...
And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me.
And at every table ... I'll save you a seat
Lov-"

Ring! Ring!
My phone went off. I grab it and answer the call.
"Hey, El."
-"HEY, EL?! I'VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR AGES! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND OPEN UP!"
"ELIOTT, STOP SCREAMING!"
-"YOU STOP SCREAMING!"
"Oh just SHUT UP and WAIT. I'm coming!"

I end the call and sigh. I hang my guitar back to usual spot on the wall before I look at it for a couple seconds. Thinking that its gonna be forever until I'm alone again.
Until next time, my friend...

I rush downstairs and open up for him.
"What is it?"
-"Well, Selena Gomez, I was waiting for over 10 minutes. But I couldn't blame you for not hearing me. But I can blame you for not inviting me to this little jam session you're having!" I slap my head and chuckle at his silly comment.
"Firstly, it was Taylor Swift, El. And secondly, what the hell are you here for? I thought you had practise today." We walk to the kitchen. Obviously.
-"Yeah, I did. Coach all sent us off early because of some meeting this evening." I look at him and nod, while warming up some food for him.
-"I've gotta tell you something.
So my mates and I had nothing to do. We were all going home. But then..."
He walks up to the microwave and takes out his plate and moves for the dining table. I follow him and we take a seat.
"Then?"
-"Then one of my mates, Alex, he's new to the team- under 20's, he was on the phone with his girl. He seemed a bit agitated so I went over and asked him what's up."
He takes spoonful of food and puts it in his mouth.
"Okay?," I laugh awkwardly.
-"Wait, Lia. I'm getting to the good part."
He eats another spoon, before continuing.
-"Apparently, his girl fell down somewhere and they had to rush her to the hospital urgently! Something to do with her her leg. She'll be admitted for 2 weeks!" He says more excited than he's supposed to be. Wtf?
"That's the good part?! Eliott, that's terrible. You sound psycho. Why are you smiling for something like that?"
-"No, no, no. That's not the good part. She's a Marvel fan!"
"What the hell, El! So some girl that is severely injured, is a Marvel fan also. Is that what you wanted to tell me?" I look at him like he's crazy. Because he is.
-"No, man. It means that whatever plans Alex and his girlfriend had for this week, is cancelled." He looks at me as if I should know what that means.
"El, why are you telling me all this? Just get to the point!" I laugh.
-"Okay, okay. My point is that they had plans on Friday. And of course they can't make it. So he sold me his entrance tickets."
I look to him and he's still smiling widely. I can't help but smile myself, for some reason. I'm anxious? I don't know why, I feel butterflies in my stomach.
"Entrance tickets to what?"
He stands up, Leaving his plate of food next to him, going to the kitchen and coming back with a bottle of water. He sips a little water. Without saying a word. Dramatic little shit. He finally speaks.
-"Marvel's Releases Party." My eyes go wide, my mouth dries up and I swear my heart stops beating.
"Wh-what?" Oh I heard what he said. It's just taking my brain along time to believe what he said.
-"Marvel Releases Party, Doofus!" He screams.
"Are you freaking serious right now Eliott!?" I scream back.
-"Of fucking course!" I tackle him to the ground, hugging him. He laughs and tosses me aside, wakes up from the floor and helps me up also.
"Eloitt, take me please." I beg, but it seems as if I said something wrong, because he looks at me weirdly.
-"Duh, I'm taking you! We're Marvel Buddies!" I give him a tight hug before I pull away and realise...
"I have nothing to wear!" Considering I dress like a boy, half of my life. My closet is legit hoodies, oversized shirts, jeans and sweat pants.

-"Oh I'm sure Jaz will have something." El jokes. -"Speaking about Jazmin, when is she, uh, coming home?" He stutters.
"6. Why?"
-"J-Just asking, that's all..." He says, grinning to himself.
"Yeah right." I laugh.
-"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh nothing."
-"Yeah right."

The rest of the afternoon goes by with Eliott telling me all the details for the party,Jaz coming home, filling her in with the news and her being mad at Eliott for saying that she needs to eat more. That last bit was irrelevant but anyway...

I can't wait for Friday.