Love, Aubrey

8.0

Aubrey's P.O.V

I ran on to the roof dragging David behind me. Behind him were Isaac, Brayden and Riley. They all followed uncertainly. They didn't know how amazing the art museum's roof top was.

David and I grabbed our guitars and lay them down on the roof top. The others took in the view. "Wow!" Brayden gasped.

"This is so cool!" Isaac smiled.

"It's okay," Riley sighed.

David smiled at me and whispered "I told you they would love it." I smiled happily. He pushed the hair out of my face and kissed me.

"Come on love birds sing us something!" Isaac called from where the rest were sitting down.

David handed me my guitar and we sat down. "What do you want to hear?," David asked the group

"I don't know. You and Aubrey sing something," Isaac shrugged.

So David started to strum. After I caught the toon I started to strum along. Then our voices sang:

"Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start
They tell me I'm too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
Well life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes
Well that's fine by me

So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself, and I
Didn't know I was lost

So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself, and I
Didn't know I was lost."

We both cared the strums for a couple more minutes and then ended the song. "David? Did you tell Aubrey yet?," Riley asked in a rude tone. I started to get a headache.

"Yes I did," David sighed.

"She should come with us!," Isaac suggested excitedly.

"I-I couldn't I-I h-have school," I answered.

"Ugh," Brayden sighed.

"So do we!," Isaac pointed out.

"Yeah but we can take courses online to caught up, remember we sighed up for that and Aubrey didn't, so she can't come," Riley replied.

I started to feel a little bad. I blamed Riley. My phone started to ring. It was my brother.

"Hello?," I asked into my phone.

"Hey where are you?," he asked in a rushed voice.

"Um...at the art museum. Why?"

"Because Mrs. Daily has called the house five times asking for you," my brother pressed. He was trying to tell me something without saying it out loud.

"Wait...is Austin there?"

"Yes and he won't leave till he sees you."

"Well tell him I don't want to see him."

"I already tired that."