Title: Hauting Eyes
Author: B Cardoso
Summary: His songs are hits. They talk about a girl with hunting eyes and shy smile. Everyone thinks she doesn't exist. Only the one who writes them knows the truth and maybe the girl in the song. LIT
A/N: Thank you to Emily Carter who is beta-ing this story.
Chapter 01
The loud music and the murmuring of people that came from the other side of the door were blocked in his mind, only the cubicle with a bed in the moving bus existed to him right now; well, that and her.
He adjusted the sheets of paper on which he was writing his new song on the book cover he was using as support before his eyes wondered to the picture that was being used as a book marker. From the one inch that stood out of the book he could only see her big blue eyes. Around the ridiculously small room clothes and books were scattered, a couple of guitars stood in one corner and there were numerous beer cans on the floor.
Someone knocked on the door, and a moment later it flew open revealing Tom. "Hey, man! Whatcha doin' here all alone? The hot girls are in the other room!" he said with a drunken laugh.
"Just shut up and close the door on your way out", he said snappily.
"C'mon man! You never have any fun! Didn't you learn by now that all you've gotta do is tell the chick you play in a band and she'll be over you on a blink? It's not like they aren't into you without the band thing but you keep playing difficult and all..."
He ignored Tom and wrote down another couple of sentence, shaking his head as though trying a rhythm to the song.
"You writing a new song?" Tom dumbly asked.
He looked up staring at the boy for a moment before nodding and saying, "Yeah, now get the hell out of here."
Tom raised his hands in surrender, one hand still holding his beer. "Okay, okay, I'm gone. Keep writing. The chicks love it when I sing your write... most even think I wrote them!"
He snorted, "Yeah, as if you had the brains!"
Tom rolled his eyes at the comment and complained, "Don't be an ass. You always get cranky when you're writing."
He grew quiet and Tom noticed it, raising his eyebrows in sudden interest and curiosity.
"What? The girl in the songs really existed?"
No response.
Tom smiled wickedly, "You've got to be kidding me! So what? She turned you down?"
Nothing.
"Let me guess, she already had someone?"
Silence.
"Or maybe you just weren't her type, maybe you weren't good enough for her..."
He looked up, glaring at Tom, rage flaring in his eyes. "Leave now, or I don't care about who you are, you'll regret what you just said," he threatened dead serious.
For a moment there was a heavy silence and Tom seemed to be a little more sober than before. "Okay, keep writing. Let us know when you're done with the lyrics so we can start working on the melody."
He nodded silently.
"And, hey?"
"Yeah?" he asked, annoyed with the other man.
"I was just kidding about the girl, Jess."