The Violinist's Sheet Music

Chapter 2: The Violinist's Sheet Music

Chapter 2! Came kinda late, but I guess it's okay! You get to meet more people in this one! And the plot starts to get introduced! Yes! I do hope you like it. Comment please, even if you think it sucks! And vote if you like. :) Thanks for reading! I'll try to have the third chapter up here sometime this week! Have a good Fourth of July too!

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“Tristen, I’m pretty sure no one else plays Go fish when we’re supposed to be cleaning up,” I whispered to him, ignoring a glare from one of the waitresses.

Tristen waved me away easily and glanced at his deck, rubbing his chin in thought. “Jacks!”

“Go fish.”

 When he growled and muttered under his breath, I couldn’t help but laugh. Tristen shot me a look and I zipped my mouth, smiling. He reached for the card on the deck and scrunched up his nose. “Why do I keep getting Ac-“

“Stop telling me your cards! Do you want me to cheat?” I said, reaching over the table and covering his mouth. He stared at me through slitted eyes before licking my palm. I quickly pulled away, glaring at him through my eyelashes as he burst out laughing. “You’re really nasty, Tristen.”

“Ah, my juvenile,” He started in a French accent, twirling that imaginary moustache of his. “You are so young. And so naïve.”

“Well then stop hitting on me and I wouldn’t have to be,” I muttered, pulling my deck out and glancing at his strewn across the table. When he saw me looking, he hastily picked them up.

“That’s cheating!”

“You just don’t know how to play the game right. It’s not cheating. Anyway, do you have...,” I thought back to his cards and smiled. “Queen of hearts?”

“Bullcrap! You looked at my cards!” Tristen said, standing up and knocking his chair back. “You can’t cheat like that and expect me to give you my cards!”

“You’re supposed to say BS, Tristen!” Felicity said, Tristan’s little sister, as she walked over to us and sat down beside Tristen.

“You should’ve been holding them! It’s not my fault you showed them to me! And you were telling me what you had anyway, so either way, you would’ve lost!” I rolled my eyes, ignoring her. Tristen chose to glare at me before Felicity spoke up.

“Uh Tristen?”

“What?” He snapped, turning to look at her. I couldn’t help but kick him under the table. Why was he yelling at Felicity? She just got here. Tristen jumped as soon as my foot got in contact with his knee.

Score.

“Dad wants you,” She said, confused, staring back and forth at us. Tristen got up with a sigh and went to the kitchen, disappearing behind the folding doors. “Did I do something?” Felicity asked, staring after him.

I shook my head and smiled at her. “You’re good, Felicity, don’t worry about it. Tristen’s just being a jerk.”

Felicity nodded like she understood and turned back to the table, taking a peak at Tristen’s card. I know they were brother and sister but they shared a lot of physical traits. Felicity’s curvy, and really energetic like Tristen a lot of the time. She has fuzzy strawberry-blonde hair, grey-blue eyes and a sardonic smile all the time like she knows something no one else does.

Felicity’s four years younger than Tristen and has no musical ability so she works at front. She’s one of the hostesses that welcomes people and directs them to her table. It was a pretty smart choice, considering how charming she is with strangers. She always can make them feel welcome.