~Chapter Two~
It was a very rainy day in Miami. The girls had been unpacking for three days and it still seemed like the pile of boxes would never end. One thing that was unpacked (though it's not like it was in a box to begin with) was the old piano on which the girls did most of their practicing. Jeanette had refused to help pack. Practically all she did since they had gotten there was sit on the piano's bench and stare out the window, mostly to get lost in the rain.
Miss Miller didn't nag on Jeanette for not helping; she knew what the petite brunette was going through. Every time she walked through the room she just gave a little sigh and looked at her "daughter" with sympathy, then would quickly go back to what she was doing.
On this day, they had unpacked a small battery radio. They had set it on top of the piano and set it to a reasonably good station. A little music seemed to make the work much less grueling. When Jeanette was the only one in the room, the current song had ended and the deejay's voice came through the small gray box.
"Alright everybody, now a great hit from a favorite of all of us: Alvin and the Chipmunks!"
A strong drum beat and guitar riff started out the song. Jeanette quickly reached over and muted the volume before Simon's voice could be heard, and the horribly confused emotions would come back and destroy her.
In the process of turning off the radio, her other hand had gently brushed over the piano keys, creating a melancholy tune. Jeanette was intrigued by this, and started to finger the keys absentmindedly. Before she knew it, she was playing a very sweet, yet lonely melody. A song that she knew well. It was a song that she had heard so much that singing along to it was almost a reflex. She sung very quietly, though, for she didn't want her sisters or Miss Miller hearing.
"I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house;
that don't bother me.
I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out...
I'm not afraid to cry
every once
in a while,
even though
going on
with you gone
still upsets me.
There are days,
every now
and again,
I pretend
I'm okay,
but that's not what gets me.
What hurts the most
was being so close,
and having so much to say
and watching you walk away,
And never knowing
what could've been,
and not seeing that loving you
is what I was trying to do..."
Jeanette abruptly removed her hands from the keys and placed them on top of the piano, cushioning her head as she cried again.
"Simon," she whispered to herself through her sobs.
Brittany and Eleanor, who were peeking in from the next room, exchanged a silent look of sympathy for their lovestruck sister. They wished there was something they could do.
Suddenly, Brittany's cell phone began to ring. She and Eleanor now exchanged looks of alarm at the loud volume. Even Jeanette heard it, for now her shaking back held still.
Brittany went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her before answering.
"Hello?"
"Britt? It's Alvin,"
(A/N: Dun dun dunnn...! Ha! Okay, I lied. This chapter's pretty short too. But I will try to make them longer, I promise!)