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Part Eight
When i walk into the piano room I lean against the piano and pull myself on top of it, dangling my legs and tilt my head towards the piano bench to cue Nick to take a seat. He walks over and sits down while saying, "I'll play it once all the way through so you can get a feel for it, okay?" I agree and as he starts to play I watch him. Well not really him; his hands and fingers and the way his body leans forward ever so slightly when he pushes a pedal. When he was done with the song he slid over on the bench a little and started to play a tune I didn't know. Hopping down off the piano i took a sit next to him; well it was more like on top of him because to bench was only made for one person. Nick played to first few measures a few times until I thought I remembered them. I played them with only a few mess ups which he corrected right away. When he were half way through the song Kennedy walked in and said he was back with Wendy's; which I think is weird because I hadn't even realized he left. Taking a dinner break we all sat at the island in my kitchen and ate. I had a chicken salad and fries with cheese on some and ketchup on the others, Kennedy had four of the junior bacon cheeseburgers and five of those spicy chicken nugget things off the value menu thingy, Nick had a bunch of fries and a few cheeseburgers. We were laughing about how much Kennedy just ate and how he was looking through the pantry for a pop tart when I turned back on my cell phone which I had off since I got home from school. 16 messages. I read them all through and reply to Effy, Sammi, Tony and my friend Rose who we all call Roe. When I was texting back Roe about how Tiffany Monahan looked extra chunky in her outfit today-I know this sounds mean but trust me if you knew the crap that went down with all of us you would think 'fat' was the nicest thing to call her-when Josh called me from Ross's phone to tell me he left his phone somewhere at my house. I told him I'll for it and for him to stop by and just come right in. Nick said it was getting late and he should get home soon, so Kennedy offered him a ride. Nick accepted and we said good bye and how we will pick this up again later in the week. I head for my room to look for Josh’s phone and while I was in there I heard the front door slam shut. Just as I started to yell for him to come up I heard another man’s voice, my father's....
Hey guys I really don’t like the title for this story anymore because I changed my idea for how it's going to go. So if you can suggest something new to call it that would be great!!