Authors Note: Sorry for late post. Chapter 3. *Home* "Mom i'm home!", i screamed from the living room. The house was silent. "Ugh, she probably went grocery shopping with Ty", i sighed. Ty is my smaller brother, he's 3 years old. Cutest baby brother ever. But he's sometimes annoying. I looked at the living room clock, 4:00 pm it read. '1 hour to get ready.', i thought. I ran upstairs, took a quick shower, then dressed to a simple T-shirt and jeans. I didn't really care about my hair much, so i put in a pony-tail. I checked my iPod to check the time, read 4:38. Might as well start walking to Cody's house. Grabbed my back-pack, took out a pencil and my science journal. Then went down stairs to grab the keys and my phone. I headed to Cody's house. I was kinda nervous to go, i don't know why. I knocked on his door, Angie(Cody's mom)opened the door. "Hey _, How are you?", she asked, kindly. "I'm great Mrs. Simpson.", i replied, smiling. "For the millionth time call Angie", she said, laughing a little. "I feel uncomfterble.", i said. She gave me a small smile. "Come in", she said, moving out of the door way. I stepped in the house. I came to Cody's house nearly everyday. "Cody, hunny, _ is here!", she screamed, toward the stairs. "Coming!", i heard Cody say from upstairs. His foot steps were getting closer. "Hey _", he smiled. "Hey", i returned the smile. "Well, come on!", he said, guiding me to his room. His room was usually messy, but surprisingly it was clean. I saw a acoustic guitar in the corner of the room. Which was weird, because i've never seen it in my life. "Who's acoustic is that?", i asked. "Oh, its mine, i had it in the basement all these years, never got a chance to use. But since i cleaned my room, i decided to bring it up.", he said looking at the guitar. "Cool, can i hear you play?", i asked, curiously. "Sure", he grabbed the guitar and sat on his bed. I sat next him, keeping my distance. He started strumming. *Chapter 4 next*
