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“Like you care?” She sniffed and didn’t offer any info.
Why did she have to be so lame? Kyle was gone, thank God. Back in my room I closed the door behind me. I stared at myself in the mirror once more. I wore black cotton shorts and a black tank top. Simple but flattering enough, I thought. I put on lip-gloss and I stared at my chest. I pulled down my tank top a little lower, just like Nadine did. Ugh, what was I doing? There was no way I’d ever look that big unless I got a boob job – and that certainly wasn’t going to happen.
I heard my sister shut her door and she immediately started talking loudly. I turned off my light and turned on my TV. I messed up my bed and gently shut my door, making my way down the stairs and out into the warm night air.
Jake must have heard me struggling with the gate, because he was standing at the door, waiting for me. I felt like I was dreaming. I never believed my life could change so quickly. It’s like I had no choice. It was as if fate had the reigns and I was just along for the ride.
7
Jake
When I watched Aly go back into her house while I hid at our “secret entrance,” it really started to hit me that she was unlike any of the girls I knew. I dug her – completely. Making my way back into my room I sat in front of my computer and opened my email. I glanced over the messages Rachel told me about. More dates for local shows before we leave on tour. I wasn’t sure if we could pull any of them off. I brought up my calendar in attempt to figure out the timing of everything but my mood was strange.
I felt empty inside and I couldn’t focus. I knew right away it was because of Aly. Liking her was the last thing I needed. I didn’t need any distractions in my life. The thing with Rachel was gonna be enough for me to handle, but there I sat, wondering if Aly was really going to come back.
I wasn’t in the mood to work. I lay on my bed and watched the time tick by before finally turning on the TV, which did nothing to distract me from my thoughts of her. I should have gotten her phone number. What if her parents caught her sneaking out? I wondered if she really had the balls to go through with it. Who knew what girls tried to get away with at that age. Ugh, that was another thing – her age.
As always, my acoustic guitar came to my rescue. It stared at me from the corner of my room, perched perfectly in its stand, calling to me. Grabbing it I sat on my bed, tracing my fingers across its smooth wooden contours. I thought about Rachel and Aly, comparing them to each other. Thoughts began to flood my brain and I grew anxious. I felt bad about Rachel, regardless of her personality flaws. I told myself not to waste my time worrying about her. What would be would be. My mind twisted back to Aly and thoughts began to get the best of me. I wondered what it would mean if she did show up. I thought about how soft she felt when I hugged her at the gate, and the way her hair smelled. I liked how clean she was. She wasn’t sticky and made up like all the others.
I pictured Aly creeping down the stairs, out of her house and into my room. For a brief second I wo ndered if she’d wanna make out. I quickly pushed it from my mind, reminding myself what she was to me. She was my kid next-door neighbor, or at least she used to be, the few years’ age difference shouldn’t matter now. Besides, I told myself, she probably wouldn’t show.
I began to strum a tune and the words began to flow – grabbing a pad of paper, I had the whole song written in less than an hour:
TRANSPOSE
Sleepless nights aren't new to me
All these thoughts are killing me
Someone come and put me to ease
All of my anxiety
There's no cause that I can see
What's this scratching at my brain
And I can't stop
even if I wanted
“Like you care?” She sniffed and didn’t offer any info.
Why did she have to be so lame? Kyle was gone, thank God. Back in my room I closed the door behind me. I stared at myself in the mirror once more. I wore black cotton shorts and a black tank top. Simple but flattering enough, I thought. I put on lip-gloss and I stared at my chest. I pulled down my tank top a little lower, just like Nadine did. Ugh, what was I doing? There was no way I’d ever look that big unless I got a boob job – and that certainly wasn’t going to happen.
I heard my sister shut her door and she immediately started talking loudly. I turned off my light and turned on my TV. I messed up my bed and gently shut my door, making my way down the stairs and out into the warm night air.
Jake must have heard me struggling with the gate, because he was standing at the door, waiting for me. I felt like I was dreaming. I never believed my life could change so quickly. It’s like I had no choice. It was as if fate had the reigns and I was just along for the ride.
7
Jake
When I watched Aly go back into her house while I hid at our “secret entrance,” it really started to hit me that she was unlike any of the girls I knew. I dug her – completely. Making my way back into my room I sat in front of my computer and opened my email. I glanced over the messages Rachel told me about. More dates for local shows before we leave on tour. I wasn’t sure if we could pull any of them off. I brought up my calendar in attempt to figure out the timing of everything but my mood was strange.
I felt empty inside and I couldn’t focus. I knew right away it was because of Aly. Liking her was the last thing I needed. I didn’t need any distractions in my life. The thing with Rachel was gonna be enough for me to handle, but there I sat, wondering if Aly was really going to come back.
I wasn’t in the mood to work. I lay on my bed and watched the time tick by before finally turning on the TV, which did nothing to distract me from my thoughts of her. I should have gotten her phone number. What if her parents caught her sneaking out? I wondered if she really had the balls to go through with it. Who knew what girls tried to get away with at that age. Ugh, that was another thing – her age.
As always, my acoustic guitar came to my rescue. It stared at me from the corner of my room, perched perfectly in its stand, calling to me. Grabbing it I sat on my bed, tracing my fingers across its smooth wooden contours. I thought about Rachel and Aly, comparing them to each other. Thoughts began to flood my brain and I grew anxious. I felt bad about Rachel, regardless of her personality flaws. I told myself not to waste my time worrying about her. What would be would be. My mind twisted back to Aly and thoughts began to get the best of me. I wondered what it would mean if she did show up. I thought about how soft she felt when I hugged her at the gate, and the way her hair smelled. I liked how clean she was. She wasn’t sticky and made up like all the others.
I pictured Aly creeping down the stairs, out of her house and into my room. For a brief second I wo ndered if she’d wanna make out. I quickly pushed it from my mind, reminding myself what she was to me. She was my kid next-door neighbor, or at least she used to be, the few years’ age difference shouldn’t matter now. Besides, I told myself, she probably wouldn’t show.
I began to strum a tune and the words began to flow – grabbing a pad of paper, I had the whole song written in less than an hour:
TRANSPOSE
Sleepless nights aren't new to me
All these thoughts are killing me
Someone come and put me to ease
All of my anxiety
There's no cause that I can see
What's this scratching at my brain
And I can't stop
even if I wanted
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