Summer Trip

"Fingers blistering, soar throat, tired eyes… all small consequences. If you wanna make it in the music industry, that is. I will play, play, play until my songs are completed and perfect." The girl with the short dark brown hair chanted these words as she concentrated heavily on her music. Her painted blue walls covered with posters and layers music sheets; some were completely bank, others had scribbled notes. She sat on her cold hardwood floor with piles of scattered music sheets with fresh new songs on them and notebooks with her songs scribbled in such messy letterings no one but her could read them. From the floor below her she heard her mother call her. She slung her guitar off her shoulder and slowly made her way down the stairs. "I was busy writing a new song. What do you want?" She mumbled, once she faced her mother. Her father peered over his newspaper for a second and continued reading.

Her mother ran her fingers through her curly light brown hair and sighed. "Oh Amane, do you always have to give me such a bad attitude when you write your little songs?"

Amane frowned, "Little songs?" she began, "Wait 'till I become famous, singing to the crowds. And-" Her mother cut her off before she could say more and rant on.

"I just got off with my sister, your aunt Atsuko, and we feel it's about time you went off and visited the family. It's been ages since you've seen her and Yusuke." Amane's face lit up. If there's anyone in her family she actually liked being around, it's Yusuke. Back when her mom and dad just got married they lived close to Yusuke and Atsuko. But when she was 12 they moved away. Other than the occasional visit on Christmas, Amane doesn't see them much. "You are leaving tonight and will be there all summer. Don't cause too much trouble with your aunt, Yusuke creates enough chaos as it is. Help out around the house. Don't give them any of your attitude. Don't sleep in all day, spend time with the family. If they tell you to go out and run an errand, you do it, you hear me?" Amane nodded, she stopped listening after 'summer'.

Amane has never been happier, she packed up several bags of clothes, she put her guitar in it's case and gathered her newest notebook full of fresh songs in a backpack. She looked at everything, that's just about it. She rushed downstairs with her bags and tossed them recklessly in the car. Her father had the last of the bags in his hands and carefully placed it in the car. Amane hugged her mom and she hurried into the car. Her father started up the car and drove off. Leaning up against the window she watched the scenery fly by her. She closed her eyes and let the music she conjured into her head lull her into a deep sleep. A gentile hand on her shoulder woke her up. She opened her eyes to see her father's kind face. She smiled at him, she sat up, and looked out the window; there it was, the train station. She pushed herself out of the car and helped her dad with her bags. He handed her the ticket with a smile. Amane couldn't do anything but smile too. She hugged her dad tightly and they walked into the station. He waited with his daughter at the station until her train came in. Amane gave all her bags to the train attendant, but her guitar. She doesn't trust anyone with her guitar. And with one final hug she walked on, giving her ticket and boarding her train. Amane sat down on the seat and looked out the window. She saw her father's car leaving the station. Holding her guitar closely she watched the train fill with people. Amane was excited, way too excited to sleep. She turned her attention away from the people too see a boy about her age sitting in the seat next to her. She shrugged, she wasn't going to sleep anytime soon, she may as well talk to pass the time.

The trip was long. She talked to the boy throughout the entire ride. She learned his name was Hideo, he was 15 years old just like her, his favorite color is red, he likes music; rock to be more specific. After that she stopped asking him questions and just got lost in the wonderful world of Rock music and all the people who have left their marks as the best of the best. Amane liked music. She didn't care about genre. Music is music and all music is good music. Some time into their conversation she played and sang some songs. Many people listened, the rest ignored her. Her melodies came to a sudden stop when the train came to a sudden halt. At last, the ride was over. She immediately shot up. Without packing up her guitar she carried the guitar in one hand and it's case in the other and rushed out of the train. She picked up her bags and looked around. There was no Aunt Atsuko, and no cousin Yusuke.

This was a great way to start off the trip, neither of them came to pick her up. Amane half jogged to a phone booth and dialed up the phone number scribbled on her hand. A groggy voice answered the phone, "hello?"

"Aunt Atsuko? It's me, Amane. I'm at the train station… is anyone picking me up?" Amane remained calm as she asked. Deep down she was concerned whether anyone was going to pick her up.

Atsuko said nothing for a while then replied, "I sent Yusuke to get you. He's probably running late."

"Oh, okay. Thank you. I guess I'll wait for Yusuke." Amane hung up and carried her bags to a seat and she sat down. She smiled, that explains everything. Yusuke is always late. Even when they were kids back when they lived closer together. Amane and Yusuke were partners in crime. The caused up so much trouble, Amane could almost assume that they moved for that reason.

About half an hour passed and a familiar figure walked closer. She smiled, it was Yusuke. Yusuke walked up to the girl slumped over, completely bored out of her mind. "Sorry I'm late." He said. Amane smiled and shrugged. "Time to walk home." He picked up two of her bags. Amane slung the back pack over her shoulders and carried her guitar case in one hand and last bag in the other hand. The two walked together catching up on what's been going on and what shenanigans they have gotten themselves into. Amane was shocked when they made it home from the train station. It was only a 15 minute walk! The tired girl sighed. This entire time she could have walked there herself and could have skipped falling half asleep on a random bench. Once inside the small apartment Yusuke pointed to a couch. "That's where you're sleeping."

Amane shrugged, better than nothing. She tossed her bags on the floor by the couch. Yusuke carefully dropped the bags in his hands and walked into another room. He came back with several blankets in his arms. "It's late, time for bed." Yusuke said as he handed off the blankets. Amane nodded her head reluctantly. She spent so much time sleeping, she wasn't tired at all. Amane sat up on the couch and played her guitar softly, not to wake up the house. Before she knew it time passed and the sun was coming up. Amane yawned and set down the guitar and cuddled into the blankets.

Author's Note: So... here's the first chapter. The idea for this story came to me one day and I decided to play around with it. Hopefully this hits off well (or at all). I haven't quite figured out what the rating should be, so I'll just play it safe a T since that's what most of my stuff ends up being anyway. R&R plz, it woul.d make me happy. ^^