Your name is Cronus Ampora, and man do you love this damn piano. You spend about three hours a day hunched over one playing your little sixteen year old soul out. You currently sit alone in the band room, its lunch and you're alone, the way you like it. The complete silence in the room and lack of people make the acoustics perfect, that and no one stares at you when you hit that particular chord when you play Trouble and begin to sing.
"oh lord, I see,
a spider web is tangled up with me,
and I lost my head,
and thought about all the stupid things I said."
This moment, in the midst of the harmony between your voice and the lustrous sounds flowing from your instrument, you hear a tiny, almost inaudible gasp. You turn yourself around and your eyes find the cause of the sound. She is wearing a thigh length blue dress and white spiderweb stockings. He eyes are framed by her glasses, which are reminiscent of a librarian's from the fifties, making her bright blue irises stand out more than you thought humanly possible. You slick back your already gelled hair and blush. You look back up at her, blushing as well as she just stares at you.
"Uh..." you manage to stammer
"You're amazing." she says, no louder than a whisper.
"Actually, name's Cronus." you stand up and offer your hand to the girl, trying to make her think you're cool with your confidence. She slowly accepts your hand and looks up at you.
"I'm Aranea." You sit back down a little bit more relaxed, but still embarrassed. You run a hand through your black hair again, a nervous habit of yours and you both don't say anything for a while. Aranea finally breaks the silence "I love Coldplay."
"Me too."
"Why are you in here alone?" she says, coming a bit more out of her shell.
"Uh... well... I find its easier'n talkin to people." you reply.
"Don't your friends wonder where you go?"
"They think I'm in some crazy cram program."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"You can keep playing you know."
"Oh. I've never really had an audience before... Why're you here again?"
"Didn't say. I heard you from outside. Thought I'd see who it was."
"Oh." you feel like you're repeating yourself, so you slide the bench back to where it was before and look up at her. The girl sits down beside you and you realize just how small she is, even though your own 6'1" is impressive, she seems particularly tiny. You're hands strike a shallow chord and begin to play something between happy and sad. You start singing again.
"cuz its a bittersweet symphony,
thats life,
try to make ends meet,
you're a slave to money then you die."
You keep playing your verging on depressing song, making the ends meet you sing and play the bittersweet sounds and nearly choke on the heaviness of them. A few minutes later you finish and realize, like every time you play this particular song you have a tear running down your cheek. To your surprise, Aranea bunches the end of her sleeve up and wipes the tear from your pale skin. You look at her and see shes moved closer to you and has tears in her eyes as well. Its at this exact moment you make the best, and worst decision in your life.
"Do you want to go get coffee sometime Aranea?"
"I'd love to." You wipe a tear from her cheek as the bell rings. You exchange numbers and head off to class, you to English Lit, her Calculus. You can't stay focused the first half of the class and give up on the last half. You send her a text; "hey. im glad u walked in today" she answers a few minutes later.
"me to. xo."
Your name is Cronus Ampora, and wait until Dirk hears about this.
Hey guys. First in a series of one-shots. I'll eventually continue with one. Send me some feedback. Thanks.