Beautiful Things

Kiss

    "Hi, Abby," Fiona said. Abby had answered the door. Her hotel room was like a miniature house. It was on a different floor than it was yesterday, so they must have paid more for it.
    "Are your mom and dad home?" She asked Abby as she walked in.
    "No. They left you a note." Abby pointed at a sticky note on the fridge.
    "We've gone to work. Please work with Abby until dinner. We should be home by 6. Thanks, John and Marian." Fiona wondered why they hadn't texted or called her. Maybe they didn't have time.
    "Have you had breakfast yet?" She asked Abby, glancing at the clock. It was 9.
    "Yes. I had yogurt with fruit." Abby talked for a while about her breakfast.
    "What did you have for breakfast?" She looked at Fiona. Her eyes were brown, and Fiona noticed a tan she hadn't seen before. They probably had enough money to have a beach house.
    "I had a smoothie." Abby pulled out her school supplies. She had textbooks and markers and pencils. Fiona noticed one whole cabinet was dedicated to school.
    "What have you been working on?" She asked Abby.
    "Multiplication. I just don't understand it." Abby's mood changed. She looked more serious and scared.
    "Ok. To be honest, I didn't understand multiplication until I was 12. What's 1 times 1?"
    "2," Abby responded hesitantly.
    "I see. Do you have a whiteboard?" Abby nodded and got out a whiteboard. Fiona took a black dry erase marker out.
    "If I have one dot, how many do I have?"
    "One," Abby said.
    "Now, multiplication is taking multiple of a number. If I took one of this dot, what do I have?" Fiona put a circle around the dot.
    "One. Is that one times one?"
    "Yes." Fiona continued to draw dots, and explain their meaning to Abby.
    "Are you starting to see a pattern with one?" Fiona asked.
    "No. I'm sorry." Abby looked like she was going to burst into tears.
    "Hey. It's ok. You don't need to be sorry. Let's get some fresh air." They took the elevator to the lobby and walked around the outside of the hotel.
    After walking for a while, Fiona decided to talk to Abby. She was thinking about a pep talk when Abby perked up and turned to look at her.
    "You don't look like a Taylor." She said.
    "I don't? If my name wasn't Taylor, what do you think it would be?" Fiona asked.
    "Hmm... Fiona." Fiona was shocked but remembered she was 9 years old. She probably hadn't heard of Fiona Adams. In fact, she was sure that no one in London had. Unless they were into poetry.
    "Could I call you Fia?" Abby asked.
    "Sure. If it'll make more sense, my name is Fia. That's my mom's middle name." This wasn't a lie. Her mother had named her after herself.
    "Are you ready to keep working?"
    "Yes. I just don't like to get things wrong."
    "I understand. But if you never get it wrong, you'll never grow from your mistakes." Fiona had heard this a million times on cheesy tv shows.
    "Ok. So 1 times anything is that number?" Abby asked, sitting at the table.
    "Exactly. What's 1 times 20?" Abby's eyes widened. She thought for a moment, and a smile came on her face.
    "20." Fiona smiled at her. It was 10:30, so they began to work on reading. Abby had a struggle with reading out loud, so Fiona coaxed her.
    "Are you hungry?" Fiona asked. The time had flown by, and it was lunchtime. She hadn't realized that she would be a nanny as well as a tutor.
    "Yes. There's grilled cheese sandwiches and soup in the fridge." Abby offered. Fiona began to warm that up.
    "Did you just move here?" Abby asked.
    "Yes. I don't have a house yet."
    "Do you have a boyfriend?"
    "No." Fiona had her back to Abby and tried not to cry. She missed Tom.
    "Are you sad?" Abby asked.
    "I am. A boy broke my heart. Promise me something." She looked into Abby's sparkling eyes.
    "Don't pin every last hope on something you know is going to go wrong." Abby nodded.
    "Did you love him?" Fiona laughed.
    "You sure do have a lot of questions. I don't know." After lunch, they continued to work on school. Abby had struggles in every subject, but it was probably from not being taught well. Fiona saw a little bit of herself in Abby.
    Her parents came home at 6. They told Abby to clean up school while the adults talked. Fiona saw that this seemed condescending. Abby didn't seem to notice.
    "How was she?" John asked.
    "Good. She's really smart." Marian and John exchanged knowing looks.
    "She is. I'll have her on track in no time." They told her that her paycheck would come on Fridays. Abby gave her a huge hug before she left.
    She decided to check out the place where they performed original songs. It was a restaurant as well, and she grabbed dinner there before the songs started.
    "I'm May." A young girl with red hair and green eyes said. She had a guitar in her hands.
    "I wrote this song for Drew." She had a sheepish smile on her face. She couldn't have been more than 16 years old. She began to strum.
"I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car.
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel. The other on my heart.
I look around, turn the radio down, he says 'baby is something wrong?'
I say, 'nothing, I was just thinking, how we don't have a song.'
And he says,
'Our song is a slamming screen door, sneaking out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh, the first date, man I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, fore I said amen, askin' God if he could play it again.'" The girl had a lovely voice.
"I was walking up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way
To my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said
'Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date, man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have
And when I got home 'fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again.'"

"I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song." The girl looked into the audience at a boy wearing a shirt with jeans. He smiled at her.

"Cause our song is a slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
Cause it's late and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date, man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have
And when I got home fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
Play it again
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song." She received a round of applause. Fiona missed the days she was in love. The girl's curly hair bounced up and down as she ran to her boyfriend.
A:N:
I love Our Song so much
I'm getting tired of updating this chapter by chapter
It's almost over
Would you guys want to have me post the rest of the chapters or multiple at the same time?
I have an idea for another story so I want to work on that
Comment and vote pls