A Melody for Two

A Melody for Two

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"You know, a little bit of joy in your playing wouldn't hurt," I smirk. He stopped, his hands still on the keys and turned his head to glare at me so intensely, I fought the urge to take a step back. "That is not for you to decide. Now leave." "I'm not leaving until you tell me why you don't play with any happiness. It's as if it pains you to play the piano." He gets up so quickly that this time I actually do take a step back. He marches over to me, the fire in his cold blue eyes reminding me of a shining fiery star. His face is only centimeters away from mine, but I do not move. I feel the coolness of his breath on my skin as he says with a broken tone, "What if it does?"
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"I'm not good for you, Scott." I say, my voice sounding louder than it did in my head. Scott rubs his face in exasperation and groans before turning to face me. "Sky, you are. You are and that's why I'm in love with you, because you're good and I hate it because I'm constantly afraid that you'll push me away like you did before, but I love it at the same time because you make me want to be good too, to give a shit about things. Christ, I quit smoking for you and it's been hard but I want to make you happy. Because you are good, and I know because you've been through so much crap and you are still so fucking beautiful, inside and out. If you leave me now I won't be able to cope, please. Please, Sky." At this point his hands are covering mine, kissing them with endless pleads and his eyes are glazed over and impassioned, burning with the fire of a thousand suns, boring into mine as he gives himself to me and I'm utterly overthrown. ******************************************************************* Boys. Make-ups. Break-ups. Parties. Drinking. School. Friends. Enemies. In other words, being 16-going-on-17. Sky Brodie is heading towards the end of Sophomore year in California, dragging along with her an endless bane of uncomfortable predicaments. What do you do when the world is trying to make your life unspeakably miserable? How do you work your way through a Mess?

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