Tegan
I've always loved the guitar, it's such a beautiful instrument. Unfortunately, my skills are limited, so I've been pestering my mom about getting an instructor to come over maybe once or twice a week. She finally caved, so starting next week my lessons will begin! God, I'm so excited!
Sara
"Ms. Quin, can you show me that one more time?" I have always given my students permission to call me by my first name, but i kind of like the way "Ms. Quin" sounds. I strummed the guitar strings lightly.
"Make sure you put your fingertips behind the frets."
I look at Diana and smile. She then mimics my actions. My phone rings, it's my alarm. Her hour's up.
"Ok so that's pretty much it for today , do you have any questions before I go?"
Diana looks at me then at the ground.
"I made you something."
Her cheeks are bright red as she hands me a folded piece of paper.
"Thanks" I say and slip it into my guitar case along with my sleek "blonde" guitar. I chuckled to myself thinking about how "blonde" was the professional term versus "yellow". I picked up my guitar, waved Diana goodbye and walked down the carpeted halls of her parents modest home. As I reached my car, I started digging into my pockets, searching for my keys and nothing. I carefully, set my guitar case on he ground and checked the little compartments in the case.
"There we go."
As i close up the case, something falls out, I pick it up. It's the piece of paper Diana gave me. I hop into my car and start unfolding it.
"Not a day goes by,
That I don't want to cry,
Seeing you hurts,
And I don't know what could be worse
Not being able to see you,
Or seeing you too often?
Either way, i'm a lovesick fool.
And i want you
Do you want me too?"
I chuckle lightly and sigh.
" Another one, why do they keep falling for me?"
I start up my Mustang and take the quickest route home. When I get home , I kick my shoes off and throw myself onto the couch. I start getting comfortable, when my phone rings.
"Hello? Sara Quin?"
It's a woman's voice, very soft.
"Yes?" I reply.
"Umm, My daughter was interested in receiving lesson, are you available on weekdays?"
Hmmm... Let me see, yes! My Tuesday and Friday spots are open.
"Yes, I am available on Tuesdays and Fridays." I say happily.
"Great" I can hear a smile in her voice. "And what is the duration of the lesson?"
"Whatever is convenient for you, I do thirty minutes to an hour."
"My daughter, Tegan, absolutely loves the guitar, so we'll definitely do an hour."
"No problem, I can't wait to meet her, Ms. ..."
"Ms. Wilson." She gives me her address, thanks me politely, then hangs up. I'm so glad that I have another student, I love music, and teaching it will really keep my mind occupied, but most importantly it will keep my mind off of Emy. Things ended well between us and we're friends now, but things just aren't the same. It kills me, knowing that it was my fault that it had to end. It's like my love has an expiration date, it sickens me when I think about it. Emy seems happy though, and i can feel that I'm almost fixed. I'm close to getting over her. Last I heard from her, she said she was going to try her luck with men. I'm happy for her, or at least that's what I tell myself. Like I said, I'm really close to getting over her I can feel it.
I sigh ,"Bye, Emy."
Tegan
"You're so beautiful." My girlfriend always loved calling me beautiful.
"No, Anna, you are." I said giggling.
"Come here" she looked at me then bit her lip seductively. She hopped on top of me and leaned in, but instead of going to my lips, she leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"I know you want it, Tegan." I swallowed hard when I felt her cup my crotch over my jeans.
"Did you spill something on yourself, or are you just happy to see me?"
"Anna, we can't , my mom's still here." As if on cue, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Anna climbs off me before the door opens.
"Hey, guys." My mom smiles at both of us. Then turns to Anna. " Are you going to stay for dinner, Honey?"
"Actually, , I was just about to leave." She plasters a fake smile onto her face, grabs her purse, says her fake little goodbye, and leaves.
I can tell she's pissed. She's been acting like a bitch lately. Why can't she just understand that I don't want to have sex with her while my mom is in the house?
"You hungry, Tegan?"
"No thanks, Mom." I smile to reassure her that I'm okay. I lie back in my bed, and find my iPod. I shove my earbuds into my ears and let the Smashing Pumpkins take over.