"Take your time." I called into Chase's cabin, rolling my eyes. After leaving the dining area he insisted that he needed to stop at his cabin to grab a couple of things before we go for a walk.
"I will, thanks for being patient as always." Was his reply.
"Oh, just hurry up." I grumbled, crossing my arms in irritation. His chuckle rang through the cabin and he came back outside with his guitar case slung across his shoulder.
"Chill out wifey."
"Don't call me that."
"Don't call me that!" I huffed and stormed off ahead of him towards the woods. I could sense him rolling his eyes at me while he followed.
"I always call you wifey."
"I always call you asshole."
"Are you still mad?"
I growled and an humourless laugh escaped my lips. "Mad? Mad? Of course I'm mad you idiot!" I turned and pushed him hard in the chest. "You should have told me!"
"I know May. I just panicked."
"I'm beyond mad!" I continued walking until we reached the small clearing in the woods. Chase hadn't said a word. I sat down on the leaves with a humph, and glared at Chase. He stared back.
"I was trying to protect you May, believe it or not. We all were. We all care about you and sometimes you need to realise that we want to help you."
"Well, you all did a great job."
He let out a humourless laugh, and shook his head. "We tried!"
"You shouldn't have had to try! I can take care of myself!"
"Well I wanted to take care of you!" He yelled, breathing heavily. "God sake May, I know you can take care of yourself but I wanted to prove to you that others can help you. I failed, I get that but I tried."
My lip trembled slightly, "You were helping me. Before all of this stupid business. Just being there and making sure I knew that you would be there, making sure I knew you were on my side. You were helping me." My voice cracked, "It broke me when you were away."
I pursed my lips and lay back on the ground. I could hear Chase shuffling and his guitar case being unzipped. "Please tell me you're not going to sing me a lovesong." I muttered, "You're turning this into some cringe worthy chickflick."
"Jeez May, you're ruining my moment."
I couldn't help but chuckle at this. He began to play a couple of chords and I heard him sigh. "Is there any point? Or are you just going to continue to hate me."
"I don't hate you."
"I hate you." He muttered. I frowned and looked up at him. "I hate you for being so blunt. I hate you for being so stubborn. I hate you for being such a smartass, for being good at everything, for always knowing what to say. I hate that you were able to get to me. I hate you for making me fall for you."
"Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it.
I tried to be chill, but you're so hot that I melted...
I fell right through the cracks.
Now I'm trying to get back!"
He began to play his guitar as I gazed at him, a small smile tugging at my lips as one of my favourite songs poured from his lips.
"Before the cool done run out,
I'll be giving it my bestest.
And nothing's gonna stop me but divine intervention.
I reckon, it's again my turn...
To win some or learn some." He looked up from his guitar and held my gaze.
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Keep The Beat ((Book #2))Humor
#2 IN THE BEAT SERIES: May Riley was still trouble. Everyone knew it, and everyone expected it. After her summer at Camp Step Up The Beat, May learned to embrace herself and let go of the past plus she's looking forward to her next round at ca...