don't even bother (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3: A Chance

"What do you want Pops?" Karmin says sternly. Is Karmin the son of the owner of Popcorn Mania Shop? What's so strange is that Karmin looks a bit old to have such a young father.

"Get back in the shop now," The owner says. "Why should I?" Karmin replies.

Walkens is just standing there while holding his arm from being punched so much.

I have an urge to take a few steps back but my body is still as a stone. Walkens turns around and before I could move to hide, he had already spotted me.

He gives me an eye and motions me to leave by tilting his head back and forth. So I run back to Walkens place and walk to the way into my "bedroom".

As I pass by, I find Mrs. Walkens sitting in the room with the one family picture on the wall. She is crying. I haven't seen anyone cried in my life before.

I go get the popcorn with the bag still in my hands, so I place the popcorn inside. I walk to the room where Mrs. Walkens is at and try to give her the bag of popcorn.

"What ya doin' in here, Don?" She hurriedly wipes her tears and responds like nothing happened. I nudge the bag against her body and she turns to it, with her red eyes.

She takes the bag slowly and opens it. "Are you sure hun?" I nod to her as a response and she smiles.

"Well I would love to have this, but you need it more then me. Look at 'em bones you got!" She looks down to my body that only consists of a skeleton.

I giggle and so does she.

***

As a few minutes passed by, Mrs. Walkens and I have a conversation that was quite nice actually.

Soon Walkens came back, he came into the room with bruises all over his face.

"Jesus Christ! What happened?!" Mrs. Walkens says as she gets up to touch Walkens face. "The usual. Karmin. Pops." Walkens looks down to the floor and comes up to me.

"Do that one mo' time, I swear.." Walkens looks angry at me, dead into the eyes.

"Sorry... I just-" Before I could finish, Walkens sees the bag of popcorn and throws it outside. "What are you doing?!" Mrs. Walkens yells.

I can't believe he threw away such good popcorn. "You don't need this filthy trash from him," Walkens walks off into the distance and his wife begins to cry.

I'm disappointed rather then angry. The fact that Walks doesn't understand how much that is worth to us.

I run off to find Walkens sitting in a pile of dirt, not so far from his place.

I stand at least a feet away, with his back turned against me. I hear him singing something,

"Looking forward to the sunny skies, dreaming of the perfect time. Having to throw it all away, when we had so much to make. All these lights I can see, but I can't see what's the meaning underneath."

Walkens voice was amazing. It was like a lullaby off of a radio. His voice had a unique hint to it. I never even knew he could sing.

I accidentally stepped on something that made a horrendous sound. Walkens turns his head around quickly to see me frozen in an awkward position.

"Come here son," He motions me to come towards him and so I do. "Can I ask you something, Don?" I nod in a response to him.

"What is your dream?"

That question hit me harder then I expected because I don't really have a dream, and I'm not sure what I'm good at. "I don't know." I say in shame.

"Of course everyone knows. Just pick something you really wanna do or be," I think real hard and everything was blank.

Suddenly I thought of something in particular, "A son." I say proudly. "What do ya mean a 'son'?" Walkens asks.

"I want a family." Walkens looks at me and then a huge smile began to curve on his face. "A family huh.. well that dream will come one day."

He gets up and pulls out an instrument out of his trash bag, that he happened to have. "Here Don," I take the instrument and look at it confusingly.

"It's a guitar, do you know how to play?" He asks. I nod from left to right. "Do you wanna learn?"

Learning something new would be a good thing to kill time. So I nod my head up and down. He takes the guitar and shows me where his hands are placed.

I follow along by thinking I have an imaginary guitar in my hand.

After a few minutes of positions and chords, he hands me the guitar and says, "Try it son."

I put my hand onto the guitar and place my other hand onto the bar. I strum a sound and Walkens makes a face of disgust. Which obviously means, "you did it wrong ya fool."

So I reposition my hands again and I strummed again. This time, it made the most beautiful sound ever and I smiled dearly.

"Looks like we found it Don," Walkens says with a grin. "What?" I reply. "Our job,"

I never thought about playing the guitar as job. I only saw it in movies when I was younger. Where the homeless people would play the guitar on the streets, just to make some money.

"Be prepared in a few days to go out to the city!" Walkens says with excitement. "Where we heading?"

"Where else boy? Where we came from son, The Big Apple!" Walkens replies. New York City is the place where me and Walkens met.

It's not that far from where we're standing. Just a few blocks, a few trains, and we will eventually arrive.

***

It has been at least a few days and Walkens already has everything planned. "Alright Don. Just play the chords I taught you and I will be the singer."

I play the chords and he shakes his head lightly to the music that I am playing. I've messed up a few times, but this is only rehearsal.

Once Walkens opened his mouth, I also shook my head along to the music he was singing. I feel happy, like absolutely, genuinely happy.

And that's when I found out that music was the key to my happiness.

(A/N): Hey readers, Julia here!

OMG SO MANY CHAPTERS AND RANDOM THINGS ALL IN ONE DAY. Is probably what you are thinking xD I can't help it. I have so much free time since winter break started. So expect lots of things this month :D Thanks for supporting me. Until next time~ bye! xx

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