Chapter VII

Disclaimer:: this is getting to b a pain in my ass, so u can just refer to the other chapters for a disclaimer.

Nick's POV

I drove to my apartment with my country music playing. Sara is getting weirder and weirder with every time I get closer to her. But some thing is up with her. I need to figure it out before it's to late. I pulled up to my driveway and went into my apartment. O plopped myself down onto my bed and instantly fell asleep.

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My beeper went off. 'Shit Gris.' I walked to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face. better change my clothes. I smell funny. I threw on a pair of blue jeans and left the shirt on that I already had on. BEtter go pick up Sara, her Tahoe is still at work. Have to remind her to pick it up. I got out of my apartment and drove off to see Sara.

I pulled up to her front door and let myself in. I heard the shower running. Sara must be in the shower. I'll just wait and watch some TV then. I filliped on the TV to some reality show.

'It's not my fault that I'm attracted to your ::beep:: dog!' Yelled a man who's name appeared at the bottom of the screen as Andrew.

'You just like the dog because you can ::beep:: her anytime you want!' I changed the channel.

'Jack I'll never let you go!' Channel change.

'Now remember kids you can prevent forest fires.' Channel change.

'I thought you loved me.' A red head said to a dark man.

'I do Jamie it's just that-' I turned off the TV and just sat there staring at the blank screen. lalala this is fun, I guess. I stood up and went over to Sara's CD rack and looked threw it. There was lots of CD's Destiny's Child, Evenessence, Kelly Clarkson, Good Charlotte, and a bunch of others. But there was one CD that caught my eye. I read 'David' in silver letters on a black paper. I took the CD and put it into the system.

'Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song

I heard he had a style

And so I came to see him to listen for awhile

And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever

Embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he found my letters and read each out loud

I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on'

Sara walked into the bathroom her hair dripping wet put back with two chopsticks. All she had on was a fluffy white towel around her. She walked up to me and stood next to me.

'Found another secret cowboy.' She whispered into my ear.

I turned to her, 'I'm so sorry Sara I didn't mean to, it's just that-'

'It's ok.' Sara went into her room and shut the door.