Play Me That Song (The Emo Guy And The Guitar Girl)

Chapter 15

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I sighed at her question.  How could I explain that I hate my mom and she hates me?  I typed my reply and presses 'send.'

 

Me: Meet me @ da park 2morrow @ 12.  There's a lot 2 explain...

 

Grace: Okay...

            For a moment, that seemed like the end of the conversation, but then my phone lit up as another text arrived.

 

Grace: Anyways I had a lot of fun 2night =)

            I smiled to myself.

 

Me: Good =) so did I.

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Chapter 15

Blake's P.O.V-

            I woke up around nine o'clock to find myself wide awake.  Well, Grace was meeting my family today, so I guess that's a good reason to feel on edge.

            I took a quick shower and stumbled downstairs wearing only an old pair of ripped skinny jeans.  I heard a voice mumbling something in the kitchen.  Curious, I walked over to the doorway and peered in.

            My mom was leaning casually against one of the kitchen counters with our home phone pressed to her ear.  "I just can't take it anymore, Chelle," she said.

            I internally groaned.  My mom was speaking to my Aunt Michelle, who was also her best friend.  Aunt Michelle was tall with curly auburn colored hair.  Having grown up together, her and my mom were very close.  They shared everything about their lives with each other like two teenage girls gossiping.

            I listened intently as the conversation continued.  "No, there's no respect at all!" my mom exclaimed.  She shook her head as my aunt replied.  "I don't know," she sighed, "There's just something wrong with their heads.  The rest of the family is normal, it's just them."  My mom's laughter filled the room when she listened to my aunt's reply and I cringed at her next comment.

            Grace's P.O.V.-

The sun felt warm on my bare arms as I walked down the old, cracked cement sidewalk.  I hummed to myself as I kicked a small pebble out in front of me.  I turned a corner and I was soon walking along side of a fence.

            I looked up and peered through the holes of the fence at the park.  Not many people were there.  A couple of little kids played on the swings and the jungle gym as their mothers hovered near by, quietly chatting amongst themselves.

            I walked trough the park gates and scanned the commons for the one person I couldn't wait to see.  Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket.  I pulled it out and smiled at the name on the screen.

I see you :) - it read.

            I could almost hear his voice teasing me. I looked up and looked around the park once more until I located him.  He was seated on one of the benches with his head down.  His hair covered most of his face, but as I neared, I noticed the corners of his lips were tugged up into a small smile.