Chapter- 6

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I woke up early, the sun was just barely peering into the skylight above us. As I replayed last night in my head, I tried to remember what had happened right before I fell asleep. You see, the strong over the counter sleeping pills kind of make me, I don't know, loopy? I'll say anything or do anything the last half a minute before I fall asleep. The bad part about this is that I can't remember it the next day. I could have said anything to Dyson last night... anything.

I sighed and sat up as I stretched. After I brushed my hair and my teeth, I got a pair of slippers, my walky talkie, and the keys before leaving the Macy’s where Dyson was still in a deep sleep. I made my to the music store on the second floor on the other side of the mall from the Macy’s and slid open the gate before walking inside. Guitars covered the left side wall and keyboards were on the other side. There were racks of sheet music throughout the store with music stands, instrument cleaning kits, and drum sticks. In the back, there was a large, L- shaped counter that was made out of glass for displays. Behind the counter, on the wall, they hung the trumpets and trombones. In the display case, they showed the flutes and clarinets. On the short side of the L, was where the tuners and metronomes were.

I sighed and went over to the acoustic guitars and gently picked up the cheapest one I could find. I strummed a few chords, seeing if I could still play since I haven’t played the guitar very often for a few years. And when I do play, it’s not in front of people. But it always seemed to make me feel better in bad situations when I used to play, so now I might as well try again.

I seemed to remember everything good enough, I decided to sing a song to myself to calm down my mind.

I mean, along with being locked inside of the mall, I’m with Dyson. Dyson, of all people. And then, I kissed him. Yeah, I knew what I was doing when I kissed him. I knew I had a plan, and luckily, I stuck to it all the way through. Even if it was a stupid and slutty plan. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I feel like a slut. But the fact that I liked it way more than I should have just bugs me to no end. Dyson is a jerk. A pervert. A child. I do not like Dyson Becker.  But it’s so easy to get lost in those big, ocean blue eyes and his light freckles that are sprinkled across his nose and cheeks are the most adorable thing I have ever seen. The way his hands felt on my skin. He was an insanely good kisser.

No! Stupid teenage hormones. Dyson is no better looking than most of guys in my school. I told myself. He’s nothing special and topping that off with his annoying personality… he’s not worth liking. Besides, it’s not like he stays with one girl for more than a few days, if that.

I shook those stupid thoughts out of my mind and landed on a random song that I remembered how to play and started strumming the guitar to the song.

“Where is the moment you needed the most? You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost. They tell me your blue skies fade to gray, they tell me your passion’s gone away. And I don’t need to carryin’ on. You stand in the line just to hit a new low, you’re faking a smile with a coffee to go. You tell me your life’s been way off line, you’re falling to pieces every time…” I kept singing Bad Day by Daniel Powter.

When I got almost through the second verse, I heard the walky talkie going off beside me. I stopped playing the music and listened to what Dyson was saying.

“Tyler, where are you?” He asked. He sounded like he just woke up. He cannot find me in the music store. Never the less playing the guitar or singing. My mom and Toni don’t even know that I still play the guitar.

I quickly put the guitar back up on the hook and grabbed the keys and walky talkie then started running down the hall of the mall as fast as I could while answering Dyson. I pushed the small rubber button on the walky talkie and put it up to my mouth.

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