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Song in My Heart – Chapter 3 (Chance's POV)
It was powerful I know. The pull towards him. The swearing that I hear his heart beating even when I'm not around always in time with mine. I don't even know him and I keep telling myself this but, the more I say it over in my mind the more I feel like I do. My life use to be simple and just a year ago it has been turned upside down...well...more than upside down more like a nonstop rollercoaster and right where it is supposed to end it sends you flying and crashing to the ground. This feeling inside me is something that I don't need. I don't want to feel love. I don't want to feel anything and I certainly don't want to look at someone and the pain I've been dealing for this past year to somehow just melt away. I need this pain you see. I need the reminder that it is my fault; all of it is my fault.
I know if I went to Kristen's house today that my life would change forever but I don't know how I could get out of it. I had to take the bus home because I don't know this new town well enough to attempt to walk without getting lost. This dilemma made skipping out of school early something I couldn't do either. I was stuck. Getting pushed into him in the hallway was like a rope twisted and wrapped its way around us binding our destinies together. It was fate if you believe in such things. A fate I didn't want to believe yet, feeling his heart against my chest, seeing the look on his face like all he wanted to do was wrap arms around me. How am I supposed to deal with that? Not now, just not now.
The last bell rung and I felt like a robot put on auto pilot as I walked to the bus line. I didn't even look around me, just kept my head down hoping that I would just blend into the crowd and he wouldn't even see me. Then I could make it on the bus and hide in the back hoping that he would think that I skipped out. But know I know my luck and with my life full of tragic events like it was the next step in a timeline of events I felt a hand on my shoulder followed by a jolt of electricity that I knew it was him and he felt it to. I didn't even have to turn my head to look at him when he spoke.
"Hey man glad I found you in the sea. Pick anywhere you want to sit on the bus since Rose is going to be late I can go ahead and sit with you."
His voice we cool and calm in which all I could do was nod because my throat was unbearably dry. I didn't really have many friends back home even before I moved here. Just a small close group of people that I hang out with every so often and we would sit down together at lunch. We use to call ourselves The Invisibles because we did what we did best, blend in. We weren't looking to be cool or be a part of the popular clichés. We were just looking to be us without falling into the typical high school groups. Now that they are gone I rather go on and keep being the unknown.
Like a robot I made my way to the back of the bus and sat down in the last duel seat. When he set next to me our knees brushed against each other and the jolt returned. If there was I God I would pray for him to strike me down now and just kill me because I cannot take this. His scent then followed filling my nose and caused me to sit my pack right across my lap rather than on the floor. Mother of God he smelled like...like...sweetest ripe thing you could imagine. A scent that you don't want to get away from, a scent that would be your own personal heroine. I felt his eyes on me and I knew I had to look at him.
Shifting and bringing my hand up to my face as I rested it on the sill of the window, trying my best to cover my nose to save me for more embarrassment, I looked out of the corner of my eye just as the sun fell across his face as if this God was shining a light right on him and I gasped. Audibly gasped. It was the most breath taking thing I ever saw in my life. Though his hair was black, the way the sun shinned right over it made the top roots looks like a shimmering dark brown. The way he gave this shy cool smile to hide his nervousness I assume made my heart feel like it was going to shatter in a million pieces. Not now...please not now.
"Are you alright Chance? I'm not going to force you like Rose to come over and hang out but you know if you want or not that is –"
He was stumbling on his own words and I found it to be the cutest thing ever, and enough for me to let out a small laugh. A guanine laugh that I haven't done since...
"No, man it's cool I think I could use a break from the house."
A break was a bit of an understatement. If I could I never go back home again it would be my greatest wish.
"Cool"
Was all he said before leaning back in the bus seat with a smile of excitement on his face. The bus ride was short. I'm pretty sure my luck kicked in again because it made the bus driver speed and miss people's stops because he just had to get me to my doom in the fastest time possible. As we excited the bus I could see Kristen ahead of me fondling to get his keys out. Was he really nervous? He couldn't be nervous. I may have only been in school 2 days now but not like I'm death and I can't hear the talks about how he is a great athlete and he seems to be the type to always have that look of confidence.
He finally opened the door and I took a sec before stepping it. I'm sure I could get to my house from here since the bus stop is only a few houses down from his. I could see him waiting with the door open for me and I was really just trying to get my legs to move. Closing my eyes or rather keeping them casted to the ground I moved forward slowly stepping in far enough to hear him close the door behind him.
"It's going to be just us for a while. Rose said she be here after her thing so that's shouldn't be too long form now since we killed time from the way over. But umm...yea this is my house"
He gave a small laugh and that made me smile. He was too cute for his own good...my own good.
"Nice place man"
I'm sure that was a lame thing to say but I really didn't know much else to say. Typical home that looked like one of those loving household homes that you see on TV. The front entry opened up to a small foyer where you could see into the living room to the left and that flowed into the dining room and rather large kitchen. There seemed to be a few back rooms down the hallway directly in front and to the left a set of stairs that lead to the 2nd floor. I could feel him grabbing my backpack which I had over one shoulder and that made me jump.
"Sorry" he gave a small laugh. "Figure we can leave our stuff down here and we can head up my room and listen to some tunes or we can go down to the basement and play some video games or something."
Trying to think of the safest option as fast as you can is not an easy task when you have someone so beautiful standing directly behind you. So I used the only option that I could think of...
"Can I use your bathroom before we do anything? I try not to use them at school if I don't have to"
"Yea sure, straight down the hall second door on the left. I'll go in the kitchen and whip us some snacks"
Smiling he put his hand on my shoulder pushing me forward a bit and the jolts on lighting came back which propelled me to get away from his touch heading quickly as I could to the bathroom but not so fast to cause embarrassment.
(Kristen's POV)
The second I saw him close the bathroom door that is when I lost all composure and freak out mode set in. It started with the pacing back and forth in the middle of the foyer which leads to me frantically opening and closing cabinet doors in the kitchen on the absolute verge of a total meltdown. Every time we touched this surge would travel though us and I could hear his heart beating. Every time he spoke I hung on his every single word and did my best to act cool. I am NOT cool...not in the least.
I had to stop myself before he came out and saw me like this. Leaning over the sink and grabbing the counter with both hands I did something my brother taught me to do before a soccer game where I'd get stress. Closing my eyes I started to just focus on the silence taking slow and deep breath trying to center myself with the world. This seems to work and I started to let go of the bad energy with every single breath I let out. After a few quick moments I made my move to grab some a long tray pilling it with some chips, trail mix, a few cube cheese, crackers and 2 bottles of water and 2 sodas. Mom always taught me to be a good host. I didn't know much about him or what he liked but I figured this would a decent start.
I heard the flush and the bathroom door open and I called out to him.
"Back in the kitchen Chance."
Shortly after he made his way in with a sheepish nervous smile on his face that made me smile and my heart skip a beat.
"I didn't know what you like so I got a variety chips, mix cheese"
I left the tray and smile at him and he smiles back keeping his distance leaning against the far back wall.
"Yea that's good I don't eat much really this time of the day so that's fine. I figured I would hate to get interrupted in a good video game when Rose gets here so...maybe since she will be here soon that we can listen to some music and chat I guess..."
I could tell he was nervous. His words stumbled and his hands fidgeted. He was nervous? He looked so small even with his tall stature, so lonely and consumed in whatever was going in his life and it showed as clear as day. It was then I made the decision to make his life better. Whatever it took rather it was being his best friend, his...lover...anything it took. Reframing from hugging him I decided not to let him know that I could see how nervous and not together he was and just tried to be as upbeat and cool as I could.
"Your right, but I think your just using that excuse so you don't get a serious ass kicking on screen"
I laughed and he seems to laugh too as I grabbed the tray and headed up to my room. There was no doubt this was the course of fate, and I'm ready to see where it leads.
So, so, sooo sorry this too longer then expected to get out! Life got really crazy there for a while and finding time to sit down and write because very difficult. I hope you enjoy Chapter 3 and I do promise there will be fireworks in Chapter 4 hehe. Also, I'm working on another story that I'm thinking of putting on here as well that I got permission to rewrite from a fellow writer friend of mine. It will be called Breathe Me so stay tune for that as well. Again thank you so much for reading and your support and your comments they really help push me to keep going.