Two Ghosts // h.s

CH. 9

After washing up and eating, we took the car and all left to drive around. I was falling in love with the island. I've never been to a place like this. The land was so green and the water was so blue, much cleaner than any beach in California. Jamaica just felt so unreal and I was already upset to think about leaving in two months. I stuck with Sarah for most of the evening or even just alone under the pretense of trying to take in all of the sights around me privately, and I was, but I was mainly trying to avoid Harry.

On the beach, I realized how I needed to give him space. He was too good of a person for me, so good he's trying so hard to be friends when I am so adamant in telling him that will never happen. It wasn't working and too many times I find myself telling him things he shouldn't know, things that only friends would know about someone, and that needed to stop. No matter how many times I told him, told myself too, that we couldn't be friends, I lose against his stupid charm and tricks and give into my own unexplainable concedence to tell him things. So, we needed to stop. We needed to go back to acquaintances and focus on making music.

I think he noticed I was trying to stay away from him. There were moments where he said something to me like a small comment that could have turned into a conversation but I wouldn't allow it. There were pictures and videos being taken as well, Harry himself even offering to take a picture of me. I gave in because I did want a picture and it wasn't like I was talking or sharing. Acquaintances take pictures of other acquaintances all the time. He really knew how to capture a moment, it was probably one of my favorite pictures of me.

We got home and we felt inspired to start making some music. We were all in the living room, Harry had his pen and journal.

"What about the night with the girl from Carolina?" Mitch brings up. The boys brighten up in response to the mention of Carolina. A girl?

"You couldn't shut up about that girl all week." Jeff comments.

Harry shrugs with a smile. "I don't feel the same. It's been months since."

"Think about that night though and how you felt right after." Mitch hands Harry the guitar he had in his hands.

Harry starts to strum a bit, giving off a little country and soft-rock vibe. "She's got a family in Carolina...So far away but she says I remind her of home, feeling so so far from home." He starts off softly, trying to figure out how to put into words when he and this girl first met, I assume.

Sarah starts to clap on the coffee table, trying to find the right pattern for when we try this song out in an actual studio or music room.

"She never saw herself as a west-coaster...Moved all the way cause her grandma told her, 'Townes, better swim before you drown.'." He comes up with the next verse. It sounds good and I'm trying to imagine with the addition of guitar and bass and actual drums but I also can't help but think about this girl. Townes, was it?

Harry stops for a second to write it all down.

"What else was there about her?" Jeff asked, trying to get it out of Harry because this song was sounding like gold so far.

Harry paused to think. "She was in school, getting a degree. Really smart. She was a family girl, nice too..."

"A good girl," I add. Townes sounded like a very good girl. Much better than a college dropout like me. That annoyed me a bit, she seemed overall better than me. "She's a good girl." I quietly say to myself.

Harry starts playing again and Sarah starts to mimic the drums on the coffee table as well. "She's a good girl...She's such a good girl...She's a good girl...She feels so good.." He louder, reaching a high pitch in his voice and he sounds really good. But I understood the song now. I understood that night now. He had a thing with this girl and she felt really good, good enough to write a song about her after one night. I crossed my arms, a little annoyed at the idea of her.