I'm Not Who You Think

chapter 5: music = life.

Sam and Jake,

are growing closer,

and closer.

And again I am envious.

While Jake and Sam grow closer,

Jake and I are becoming better friends.

We are hanging out at least three days a week.

If not more.

We bond over small things,

Such as favorite foods, holidays,

But mainly it's music.

And I've been noticing,

That we are very much alike.

That to us,

Music isn't just something we like,

Something to pass the time,

But it is a way of life.

*****

One night,

Jake and I are lying on his bed,

Listening to music.

"What's your favorite band?" I ask,

and look at him.

A faint smile crosses his lips as he speaks,

He looks like this is the most important question he's ever been asked.

"My favorite band," he said as his picks up his iPhone,

"Mayday Parade."

I can't help but smile.

And feel even closer to him.

Because that too, 

is my favorite band.

And honestly, they help me through some of the hardest nights.

Jake gets up and flips his hair,

always to the right,

and he moves across the room.

When he returns,  he has a guitar in hand.

He sits on the edge of the bed.

His hair falls over his eyes,

and he begins to strum the opening chords of a song called "Oh Well, Oh Well."

Hearing him play is amazing,

but then he starts singing.

Hearing him sing my favorite band--

well, I guess that is different story.

He stares straight at me as he sings,

"When you're alone, do you think of me?"

After that line, he looks down at his guitar, and continues playing.

His fingers strum gracefully,

plucking each individual string.

I sigh, smile a little,

and tug down at my sleeves.

He stops playing and looks at my arms.

"Stevie," he says in almost a whisper,

"Why are you always wearing long sleeves?"

"I'm cold," I answer automatically.