Alone Together // Pete Wentz

Give Me Therapy

~Tom's POV~
It's been about 4 days since Anna was released from the hospital. Every day has been filled with all of us, including Julia because she is like family, explaining events and things to Anna. I have to admit, it's fun to see her eyes light up when we tell her about how she was like as a child. Sometimes, she can remember little tiny details of a random story. It's weird how the mind works.
Today, I've convinced mom to let me take Anna out to buy a guitar so I can teach her how to play. Im still stuck on that music therapy idea, as you can tell.
"Question: which brand of guitar is best?" Anna asks.
"You're getting a fender, bunny." I answer immediately.
"Fine with me!" She throws her hand up, laughing. I park rather awfully, and Anna tells me to go in without her because she has to call Julia about something.
I walk into the store. Jack's Music Store, to be exact.
A tall skinny, boy who's name tag says Jack, is fixing a guitar behind the counter. He looks young, about 17. Way too young to own a store.
"Hi! Nice shirt." I say to him. He looks at me through wide eyes. He's actually wearing a Blink-182 shirt.
"Th-thanks you're- you're Tom DeLonge!" He stutters and falls over a bit, but then tries to play it cool.
"In the flesh." I shrug.
"I love you- I mean that sounded weird- I just- love your music and your like my idol and.." He says, out of breath. The door opens and Anna walks in.
"Hey." She smiles at me, and then at Jack. She takes a longer look at Jack and then back at me. Jack looks at us both like he can't believe his luck.
"Jack was just telling me that he could help us find a guitar. Why don't you go pick one out." I say to Anna. She nods. "But only if it's a Fender" I say, laughing.

~Anna's POV~
Jack is really cute. And im allowed to think that because Pete told me we'd talk more about our relationship once I was ready. I won't be ready for a while, that's for sure. And that's okay.
He takes me to the back of the store, where all of the Fenders are.
"D-do you see one you like?" He asks biting his lip.
"This ones so cool!" I point to a black electric guitar with neon blue strings.
"Yeah, one of my personal faves. Can you play?" He asks, taking the guitar down from the wall an plugging it into an amp.
"Well no, my brother just thought he could teach me so he could jog my memory a bit." I answer casually.
"He's your brother? What do you mean?" Jack asks, looking into my eyes.
"Yeah. I lost my memory after going into a coma for 2 weeks," I say. "He thought maybe music therapy would help."
"Really? You aren't going to believe this but my best friend Alex is actually training to be a Music Therapist. He could help us!" Jack says excitedly. Us. I like the sound of that.
"That would be awesome!" I grin. "Can you play for me?"
"Sure.. Im not very good but-" He shreds a riff from Stay Together For the Kids.
"That's my favorite blink song!" I smile. "You're amazing."
"Mine too! And thanks, but im not that good." Jack says, blushing.
"How are you guys doing?" Tom appears next to Jack. Jack straightens up.
"Great." I say.
"That's a cool one." Tom points to the black fender in Jack's hands.
"Oh yeah, I was just showing her how it sounds." Jack smiles.
"I heard. You're really good!" Tom pats him on the shoulder.
"Wow, thank you." Jack says in awe. I hear the door open in the front of the shop.
"Sorry, I'll be right back!" Jack promises, sets the guitar down and rushes off.
"Jack seems cool." Tom says, picking up the guitar and playing the solo in Carry On My Wayward Son. His fingers move at the speed of light. Will I ever be able to do that? I think not.
"It was just Alex." Jack appears next to me with a boy who has carmel coloured hair.
"Hi!" He grins at Tom and I. But then he looks back at Tom. Here we go again.
"You're-" Alex starts.
"Yeah yeah, Tom DeLonge! Can you help us?" Jack asks. Tom and I laugh.
"With what?" Alex asks.
"Music Therapy." Jack replies.
"Never though I'd hear that. Sure, why not." Alex says.

~Jack's POV~
When I came into the shop for work today, I never imagined that I'd be meeting Tom DeLonge and his amazing sister. But here I am an hour later, sitting with my new two favorite people. And my real favorite person in the world of course, Alex.
"Anna, let me go get some pictures from home. Alex says those will help." Tom says. "Will you be okay here?"
Her face read: Is that even a question? "Of course." She says and hugs him.
"Call me if you need anything." He says and steps out of the back room where we're working.
"This is a G chord." I resume my teaching. I place my fingers on certain strings and puts hers beneath them. My heart flutters.
"Jack." Alex says in a forced friendly voice. "Can you help me tune this?"
"Uhm.. I guess." I say. "Just strum and you have G." I mutter to Anna and go over to Alex.