Just A Reason Why

Chapter One: It Started With A Fall

"You're both fucking ridiculous," Emmy spat from the backseat. She traded her usual front seat spot for some relaxation in the back. She was still really mad about this morning.

"You know Ev, I take it back. I think the real brat here is Emmy," He announced smugly, she gasped at him. Taking my chance to taunt her, I joined in. 

"I agree brother of mine. Emmy has been acting a little bratty lately," I mirrored his smug tone as I felt her punch the back of my seat. 

"You two are impossible," She huffed.

I chuckled quietly to myself. Blake and Emmy were twins so they fought all the time. I honestly couldn't imagine a time when they two of them weren't in a feud. I looked at Blake who was smiling and pretending to dance to some music. Emmy was scrolling through her phone, a scowl stamped onto her face. The same one that had been there since her birth I think. 

We pulled up to the school and I groaned. It was my senior year, time had flown by of course. Emmy and Blake graduated last year, leaving me to my own devices as I tried to navigate my final year without them. It wasn't all that bad. Kids filled the courtyard, groups separated by unspoken barriers. Jocks and their side pieces hanging at the entrance. Musical geeks and hippies gathered under the trees, their music floating through the whole courtyard. The cheerleaders in their uniforms, kissing up on their latest boyfriends. It was a pretty typical high school setting.

"Have a good day sis," Blake called after me as I headed towards the school. I turned around and saw Emmy moving to the front seat, an angry look still plastered to her face. I waved to them, Blake was the only one to wave back. 

I turned around and walked inside, plugging my earbuds in and listening to my latest track. The hallway was kind of empty which was expected. I was at school almost an hour before the first bell rang. I liked being there earlier, the quiet school gave me a place to think and collect my thoughts. I headed towards the music room where my guitar lay untouched since Friday. 

My bandmates were gathered around the table scribbling on some old sheet music. I didn't say anything when I entered the room, just watched them quietly. Kind of creepy I know but hey, what are friends for? Asher, my drummer, was tapping the table with a pair of drumsticks. Mitchell was laughing about something that clearly wasn't amusing to Carson. They were all so adorable. 

"Morning guys," I finally spoke. Mitchell stopped laughing and turned my direction. 

"Well look who finally decided to show up," Asher smirked, shaking his head. Some of his brown hair now hung over his eyes. 

"Hey hey now, I've actually been standing here for a few minutes, just kind of checking you guys out," I shrugged, slinging my backpack off my shoulders and tossing it over to the door. 

"Watching us?" Carson's eyes widened in surprise before he raised an eyebrow and smirked at the other two, "Boys, looks like we have a creep in our midst."

I rolled my eyes, reaching over and grabbing my guitar case that was still perched against the wall after our last practice. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and opened it, staring at my guitar for a moment. I know, I know, I sound a little crazy but unlike the music junkies that reside in front of the school, my love for music extends way farther than campus.

It all started when I moved here I suppose. It's a long story, one I try really hard not to think about but I guess I owe that story everything I have. My band, my friends, everything I had ever been afraid of was eased away. I loved this place. Sure, it was not where I pictured myself but hey, life doesn't always go your way.

"Everly?" Carson's voice snapped me from my thoughts and I looked back over at the boys, my eyes slightly widened. I laughed, trying to brush of my obvious daydream.