A/N: I am not done introducing my OC's, it's just that the rest come in later. And this is the first chapter with a song in it. That's right, it's not the last. So, enjoy reading.
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Rule 7: Every Song Needs A Singer
"So, what's the plan, Stan?" I ask Jacklyne as we walk down the hallway of the clock tower.
"I dunno," Jacklyne replies, his voice agitated.
"Aw, what's wrong Lantern~?" I say in a teasing voice. "You miss Sahr-ski? Or Maybe-she's-a-bitch? Or Bomb-Boy? Or...no way!" I pause when I notice something in the room behind Jacklyne, it's wooden base giving away what it is.
Jacklyne stops walking and turns to me, the fabric of his clothing swishing gently. I stop as well.
"What could you possibly be thinking that would cause you to say, 'No way?' And do I really want to know?" Jacklyne asks suspiciously.
"Well..." I begin. "I was wondering if you missed Gabe."
Jacklyne facepalms.
"That's what was worrying you?" Jacklyne asks as he begins walking again. "Fuck that. As if I miss Gabriel. Good Riddance."
I watch as Jacklyne disappears down the hall. As soon as he's out of sight, I quickly run into the room and grab the acoustic guitar that sits there. I smile as I feel it's weight in my hand.
I swiftly sit on the floor,facing away from the door, my legs crossed. I pluck a few of the strings to make sure it's on tune before I start playing a familiar melody.
"Another turning point,
A fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs the wrist,
Directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test,
And don't ask why.
It's not a question,
But the answer learned in time.
It's something unpredictable,
But in the end it's right.
I hope you've had the time of your life..."
I trail off as I hear footsteps approaching the door. I stop playing and turn back towards the door.
Gray stands there.
"You're pretty good," he says.
I shrug. "Yeah, I guess. I'm not really the best, though. Ask Jacklyne. He'll give you a real show."
Gray shrugs. "Sure, but is he willing to sing out in the open like this?"
I think about it. 2/5 chance he would. The odds aren't in his favor.
"Probably not." I say.
Gray nods. "I thought so." He holds out a hand. "Want some help up?"
I nod and take it, noting how strong his grip is. Almost like his...
"Thanks," I mutter once I'm up.
"No problem." Gray let's go of my hand.
