Chapter One
Sam picked up his guitar, slinging it over his back. Today, he would see Nathan and Lewis. Lately, Sam hadn't seen Lewis as much as he used to and he hadn't liked it much. When they met each other today, things would be back to normal.
He arrived at Nathan's house early, thinking that if he got his instruments set up soon, he'd have more time to talk to Lewis. He sat, watching the clock, as the time went by nine and he quarter past, half past. He sighed and wrapped his arms around his legs in his seat at Nathan's kitchen table.
Nathan laughed at Sam's expression.
"Reckon Lewis forgot?" Nathan sat down and offered Sam a coke.
"Thanks," Sam said, taking a sip, "probably." Sam smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he thought fondly of his friend.
He looked up quickly as he heard the sound of the doorbell. Lewis was here.