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Love's Hymn Chapter One
"AGGH!! It's not good enough. It doesn't even sound right! I can't perfect this classical piece and the performance is coming up this Friday!"
"It's fine James, it sounds about right. Dude, just dont sweat it! You'll be fine. So, thanks for inviting me to listen to your song! I enjoyed it, and I promise I'll be at your performance on Friday!"
"Thanks for coming. I'll look for you in the crowd."
"Just don't kill yourself practicing and you'll be fine, I'll go now. See ya!"
"Bye . . ."
Sigh if he only knew why I practice day and night, trying to perfect this piece on this god damn piano. I just want every single note of this music to reach into the depths of his soul and show my love for him. I love him so much, but obviously, I can't tell him. He's been my closest friend since 1st grade, and now that we're in our sophomore year of highschool, my feelings are all a mix. I don't know what's wrong with me. It was never like this, but something had sparked and changed my feelings, and it left me confused and alone. Was it his blue eyes? Was it his blond hair? Was it his smile? I don't know what's happening to me, I know that I love him, but I don't know whether or not I should tell him. What I do know is that I'm scared. I don't know how much pain it will give me to see him turn away from me. I don't know how much pain his reaction will inflict me.
Maybe I'm looking at this the wrong way, what if he's gay too, and he likes me? Sometimes, I wish I can read people's mind. Then everything would be so easy, but unfortunately, that's not possible. So the best thing to do is to just keep this hidden. They say that it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, but what's the point of loving again when your heart has been beaten and broken with the first one? I don't think my heart will ever recover from a negative reaction from him. It will leave me devastated, in pain, broken, and alone. It may be selfish, but it's the only way for me to keep on surviving with the warmth of his presence.
"Oh no! It's already 6:00 P.M." How long have I been day dreaming in this practice room?
Damn it, time does passes by when you're thinking of a loved one.
I hurriedly packed all my scores into my bookbag, turned off the lights, and locked the practice room.
"Thank you Mr. Reese for allowing me to use the practice room."
"No problem, you going now?"
"Yes."
"Did you lock up?"
"Of course" I replied with a smile.
"Okay, well then see you next time! You're performing on the 25th anniversary performance on Friday, right?"
"Yes."
"Well then I'll be sure to attend and hear your lovely music."
"Thank you, I'll look forward to your support."
"What piece are you playing?"
"I was planning on Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 by Chopin, and adding a little bit of my own touches."
"Very nice! I'm looking forward to hearing it! Bye!"
Walking . . . it's one of the calmest things that a person can do.
There's something about it that makes me feel peaceful. I feel serenity and solitude, and I like it. It makes me think. But it's getting darker, I should hurry, no time for thinking peacefully.
I don't know what's up with James. He's playing it so beautifully, but he's giving himself such a hard time. You know what? I should come and visit him right
"Conner! James' mom is on the phone, she wants to talk to you!" Hmm, she has the best timing in the world. Maybe she's gonna tell me that James wants me to come over, haha.
"I'm coming!" I grabbed the phone receiver and said hello to James' mom.
"Good evening Mrs. Dean. I was about to call James too, if I could come over!"
"What? So James isn't with you?" she replied with a tone of worriness.
"He hasn't come home yet, and he didn't call either. Normally he would call if he's gonna be late, and I got worried, so I thought he would be with you."
"I'm sorry, but he really isn't with me. Did you try calling him?"
"Yes I did, but he wouldn't answer. Did you see him after school?"
"Yeah, he asked me to come to the piano practice room after my baseball practice which was around 5 o'clock. Then I left him at around 5:30, since then we haven't contacted each other."
"Well do you have any idea where he is right now?"
"I'm not sure, but I'll try calling some of our friends."
"Thank you, I'll try contacting the police, I hope he's fine. Bye!"
As soon as she hung up I texted all of my friends who knew James. He is very introverted, so this made it easier to contact people. Apparently, no one has seen him. Where could he be? I should have asked him to ride in the back of my bike.
"Mom, I'm going out! James is missing, he hasn't gone back to his house, and I should try looking for him."
"Okay, but be careful, keep it mind it's a school night, maybe he's just at a friends' house."
I took my bike all over the city looking for him, but I had no luck. In the end, I couldn't do anything to help him, now I'm stuck here in my bedroom, laying down on my bed, while he could be somewhere dead. James . . . where are you?
---End of Chapter One
Author's note: Thank you very much for reading the 1st intallment of Love's Hymn. This is my first time writing so please send me what you think of it. Should I continue writing it? Should I stop? What can I do better? Any plot suggestions. Thanks again. Send comments to loveshymn@gmail.com
I.C.