One
I woke up. I looked around me, I wasn't in the woods. I was by a fountain.
There was no snow
No broken glass
No dead deer
No blood
No busted car
No jack….
I frowned thinking about him. If im alive, maybe he is too. right? I sat up. Seeing my bass guitar sitting next to me.
"andy?" I laughed at the name ive given it. he was red and white. I clutched the bass closer to me it smelt like jack.
I buried my face into the coiled metal strings and wept.
After the Practice Omar started to walk around. He was sick of Angel rubbing her new boys in his face. She sighed, I started singing to himself, but then stopped after he heard…crying?
It sounded like someone was crying. He followed the sound around the fountain till he saw a girl, clutching an old school bass crying. He raised an eyebrow. She looked different. And not in the clothing. Something was off about her. But what? He looked closer, she had five fingers on each hand, when most people now days had four. Her ears were shaped different, and she defiantly didn't resemble an animal. He kept staring at her, she could be part mouse, or cat…something. Maybe rat? No he was part rat, he could tell if anyone else was.
Omar didn't realize that the girl stopped crying." Haven't you seen a girl cry before?!" he yelled. He blinked, once he realized she spoke to him.
"What are you?" he asked, more to himself than anything.
"what the fuck does that mean?!" she said, becoming angrier.
"You're not a rat, or a cat or a dog. I don't think you're any kind of animal truthfully" he said, thinking aloud.
I became confused, "excuse me?! God forbid im not a fucking!" I stopped once i got a good look at him. He was tall, a bit muscular, wearing jeans and a tanktop. Shoulder length fiery orange hair, brown eyes. She reminded him of Jack. He had a guitar strapped to his back, at least that's what I thought it was. It looked like a fancy shmancy guitar hero guitar.
"im human, what are you?" I asked in a softer voice than what ive been giving him.
"humans don't exist" he said, "they all died, after world war 3"
I laughed, "yeah, then maybe im a figment of your imagination"
He raised a brow, "uh yeah"
"well im looking at a ratman, and I swear I was in a truck with jack now im… im." I frowned. I thought of jack again.
He must of known I was hurting because he sat down next to me, laying his guitar next to andy.
"you ok?" he aksed.
I nod, "im fine" I lied. I wasn't going to cry in front of a stranger. Thank you chocolate thunder for being the best ass mime coach ever. I thought, smiling fakely.
"whered you get this?" he asked, changing subjects to my bass.
"karkrash and Bashy hooked me up with Andy for my 18th" I said, nonchalantly.
He stared at me like I told him I was God.
"who and what?" he asked confussed
I sighed, "friends got it for my 18th birthday"
He nodded, "may I?"
"sure" I shrug.
He picked it up like a baby and fondled it, studying every part.
I turned to his guitar…er guitar hero? I dunno.
"can I see your guitar hero guitar?" I ask.
"what?" he asked, turing to me.
"your guitar hero guitar? Yah know, for guitar hero?" I say.
"whats guitar hero?" he asked.
"a game, it's fake guitar with buttons and you pretend like youre in a band and-"
"woah there. I AM in a band. And this is a REAL guitar." He says, being cocky.
"yeah, huh, cause guitars have buttons. This is a fucking bass! Its got strings and its legit. What do you do?" I tease.
He frowned. "things improve"
"but wheres the fun in practicing? Learning notes? How do you even play this anyway?" I pick it up, and poking a few buttons.
"ill show you" he says, snatching it from me.
"Well then give me Andy!" I grab it from him.
"who?" he asked.
"Andy, my bass" I say, staring andy.
"you NAMED your bass?!" he said, laughing.
"Shutup! Its my first bass. My true love man" I say, feeling a sting of hippie creep up on me.
"yeah, okay" he rolled his eyes.
"so how do you play your guitar hero?" I ask.
"how do you play Andy?" he teased back.
"ill show you if you show me?" I offer.
He paused, contemplating on letting a stranger touch his baby. "sure"
I smile and hand him andy, who in return hands me his guitar.
"who are you by the way?" I ask.
"Omar, you?" he said, messing with my bass again.
"Cya" [k-eye-uh] I say.
"cool name" he said, smirking at me.
"yours too" I say
And for one moment I wasn't thinking about Jack.
