Chapter Seven
*Claire*
"Claire! It's been so long mija!" Mrs. Fuentes smiled and hugged me.
"I missed you so much." I cried.
She nodded and turned to Vic.
"Mijo, I'm going out to do some errands, can you get started on making some tacos?"
Vic nodded. "I'll help!" I smiled.
They both smiled and Mrs. Fuentes turned to me.
"I'll see you later okay?" I nodded as she bounded out of the door.
I then turned to Vic. "We should get started."
*Vic*
~24 minutes later~
I hurled some meat at Claire.
She squealed and threw some lettuce at me.
Our food fight continued until we heard the front door being unlocked.
We stopped in our tracks and waited to see what my mom would say.
"Aye, que pasó aquí?" She asked.
"We... uh... had a food fight." I answered.
"You guys are the same as you used to be." She smiled.
"Go clean up. I'll clean the mess."
Claire and I nodded and walked into my room.
"You can shower first." I said.
She nodded, walked into the restroom and a few seconds later the water turned on.
I grabbed a pen and started writing down the lyrics.
Don't react when I tell you...
And don't react , when I tell you...
That bright lights mean nothing to you
'Cause no one would know the sound of a ghost
And I might be something to you
Beyond beautiful is the sound of a ghost
Can we lose our minds and call it love for the last time? (Yeah)
My darling never rest, until the darker gets
The best of all we had
Can the cold carry on?
When the lights mean nothing to you
Then no one would know
The sound of a ghost
And I might be perfect with you
Buy no one would know
So tell me, tell me
Have you ever really danced on the edge?
Is something still scaring you?
Have you ever really danced on the edge?
The count to three is up
Have you ever really danced on the edge?
Alright then tell me so
Have you ever really danced on the edge?
Just hold my hand and jump
And bright lights mean nothing to you
'Cause no one would know the sound of a ghost.
Oh no one would know the sound of a ghost.
I set the pencil down and felt satisfied.
I heard Claire turn off the water and walked out of the bathroom.
She smiled at me and I noticed she was wearing her gym clothes.
"What were you writing?" She asked.
"Oh just a song."
"Can I see it?"
"Yeah." I handed it to her and she read it carefully.
"What does it mean?" She asked and set it on the table.
"It's about a guy and he wants to be with a girl so bad but she's scarred from a past relationship so she's afraid to be with him. He's telling her to let go off her fears and take a chance with him because they might be what the other needs."
"That's amazing, Vic."
"Thanks."
"Did you write it about someone in particular?"
"Yeah."
"Who?"
I took in a deep breathe, "You."
