Stepping Out
Chapter
5
Greyson wrapped his arms around me and held me
tightly. I knew he wasn't gonna kiss me. He definitely
wasn't that type of guy.
We went to the
local pizza shop to get some food before he dropped me off at my
house. On the way to the pizza shop, I called my parents to tell
them I was with a friend.
"I'll have a coke and a slice of mushroom pizza
please." Greyson told the waitor.
"I'll have the same." I said to him. He
walked away and returned with our drinks a minute later. Then he
dissapeared into the kitchen. Pizza Perfect was decorated with
funky neon signs, art with food in it, and a tiled, checkered
floor. Red booths lined the walls, tables stretched across the
middle.
"So
what kind of things are you interested in?" Greyson asked
me, staring at me deeply.
"Well, I play the violin and I write poetry and even
compose some songs every once in a while. I absolutely love
music. It is litterally my life. I know everyone says that but to
me, it's completely true. See I don't let the words roll
over my skin. I bask in them and let them soak into my soul. I
don't sit there and say 'I like this song.' I
resonate with the lyrics, I feel connected to them." I
blushed slightly, feeling like it was too cliche. He smiled back
at me and said,
"You must be an amazing poet. That was beautiful and
so deep. Now some things about me. I write as well, just not
poetry. More like short stories. I play piano and I live alone. I
moved away from my parents last year. I have an apartment on
Fifth and Myers. That's where we were. We weren't at my
parents." His eyes grew sad and then they went blank.
"I want to go to school to be a composer/pianist. You should
here me play sometime."
"Yea, I would love to." We ate our pizza and he drove
me home. He walked me to the front door and said he'd see me
on Monday.
Holy crap. I think I had just made a friend. Sort of.
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hey
woo! i got another chapter up,
there'll probably be one (maybe two? ;) tomorrow
feedback appreciated!
