Play Me A Melody

I

"Hey Ronny," I mutter, while piercing my diminutive body through his window, "I need your help with something," I kindly confess.

"Don't call me that, you suck at nicknames, Ms. Julian," Aaron bellowed, hurling a pillow in my direction.

I station myself beside him on his bed, yanking his remaining ear bud out of his ear.

"And what if I wanted to listen to my music, ya butt munch," he vocalized. I playfully nudged him.

"I'll sing for you! Problem solved," I jokingly grin while entwining my eyes with his.

"No thanks... I'd rather listen to metal."

"Your wish is my command," I smirk and began growling  'The Downfall of us all by A Day to Remember', Aarons favorite song and band.

"You are literally the worst metal singer I've ever heard!"

"Wow! You aren't even going to spare my feelings," I question.

"No, I stopped sparing your feelings about a week after we met. Remember when I told you your braid was ugly in 1st grade. You cried. I'm a great person. And you're a sarcastic douchebag."

"That truly hurt," I said sarcastically, "That was just rude..." I grab my computer from my book bag, "Okay, so help me with med class, please. I don't understand this part," I point halfway through my typed notes. After thirty minutes of one-on-one time with him, I fully understood.

The sun dawdles away and the only light left in the sky was from the moon, laminating through his window. His room was lit by a movie being played on his T.V. that mounts on the wall across from us. We were laying really close but it wasn't weird or 'too friendly' because we've been doing it for more than 10 years.

I glance at his phone screen as the texts Hannah back. "How's that going," I ask, holding back my jealous tone.

"It's really good! She is cool. I don't think she is someone I'd marry or anything but things are getting serious between us. We've been talking for three months now. I'm going to wait a few more weeks before I ask her to be my girlfriend."

"What a gay," I banter.

I focused my eyes to his smile, so perfect. I just want to taste his lips, I forced myself not to of course. He abandons me to retrieve water to quench his slight thirst, I instantaneously missed his presence. When he returned, this time, he put his arms around me, fixating my head onto his chest. We both close our eyes. He listens to the sound of the T.V., while I'm listening to his heart. How could I not drift into a sleep, knowing I was safe in his muscular arms.

I awakened to the sun beaming through the window. I smile because our foreheads were together, and our lips we lined up, not touching. I noticed that more than half my body was sprawled across him. My arms were wrapped around his neck and his were firmly around my entire back. Basically, we were hugging while laying down. Without moving an inch, possibly because I was enjoying this way too much, I whisper his name. In the hushed tone, I repeated it until his eyes awaken. Even though our faces were close, I caught a glimpse of his smirk.

"Good morning," he said in a low, muffled voice. He sounds so sexy in the morning. I felt his grasp tighten for a few seconds and then he relaxed his arms.

I repeat the same words and removed myself from his clench. "You realize we can't do this when you and Hannah start dating. I know it's not like that, but if you made her your girlfriend, this would be considered cheating."

"Faith, thank you for being my best friend," he ignores my statement.

I allowed  him to modify the topic to something else, knowing I had about a month to seriously speak with him about this.

"Hey, class starts in half an hour. Meet me at my car in ten minutes," I declare before patrolling out through his bedroom door. I greet his mom and immigrate to my house. Hugging Paw Paw, I tell him about my plans for the day.

In the bathroom, I fixed my elongated autumn hair into a loose bun and embellished myself in a long sleeved baggy t-shirt. I shifted on a pair of sweat pants and slid into my favorite running shoes. Oh, the infatuation I have for college. Not having to look presentable or dress a certain way to be accepted. Literally, you arrive and leave. No one gets to know each other the way we had to in high school. We just go to our classes.

I plunk my guitar into my vehicle and wait for Aaron. Pulling into a parking spot, I glance at Aaron. "Everything I've ever wanted is sitting right next to me. I could tell him. Right now. Should I? I can't. I have to. My fear is going to allow Hannah to snatch him up." I debate with myself in my head and finally get out of the car, not saying a word. I seize my instrument from my trunk and we walk to class with only a few minutes to spare.

I take my seat next to Macie, and Aaron on the other side of her. I'm so overjoyed that I don't have to go through school alone. Our professor, Mrs. Witter, teaches for two hours and we escape from class. I dismiss myself from class and hurry to my music class. I arrived and sit behind people I didn't know. I remove my expensive acoustic fender from its case and begin to lightly play under all the noise. Students were banging on all sorts of instruments as they patiently waited for Mr. Brown to give his lesson for the day.

After class dismissed, I had to wait for Aaron. His class was about one more hour long, which I didn't mind waiting. I perch myself down at a piano in a desolate room. I pressed my hands into the weighted keys and fiddle with the riff on a song I have been writing. Writing is one of my favorite things about music. I love that you can make it your own. The different harmonies, the key changes, everything. I absolutely love music. I wish I could play all the time!

I really pray Aaron does something with his talents. He has been playing guitar and singing for as long as I have. He doesn't play all the instruments that I play but he is much better at guitar than I am. He is one of the best guitarists I know. And his voice... Oh my, he has a gift. I wish he would share it with everyone. Id much rather listen to his voice than anyone else in the world. Yes, even celebrities. He is that good. He thinks singing and stuff is lame. Which I hate because he is so talented. I plan to get it out of him at some point or another. He has so much potential.

Ceasing the notes I was singing, I hear a slow clap. I got up from the piano and spotted Aaron from across the huge room. "Absolutely beautiful! Why did you stop?"

"Well, I thought you were some freak. Well, some freak that I didn't know."

He laughed and grabbed the guitar case next to me, so I wouldn't have to carry it. What a gentleman. Gosh he is amazing.