Despite what I wish, I actually no nothing about the guitar. I have one...but I don't know what type or how to play it. Lol. So ignore if I don't go into much detail about the guitar okay?
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Craig and I sat on his bed. He was strumming his guitar. We were writing a song together.
"Okay," he said, picking up the beat. "One, two, three..."
"I still remember when everything seemed
To be okay, I had friends, I had love
But then one day it all changed. And I
find myself thinking of what used to be," I sang.
"That was great, Paige," he said.
"You really think so?" I asked.
"Yeah, I do." He looked out the window at the darkening sky and his face became distant.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Craig, don't lie to me."
"Its getting late and I don't want you to leave."
"That's sweet. I don't want to leave either. I don't want to go home. It'll be too hard to face them. I mean, now I understand what happened. He left...it hurts but I have to move on. But at the same time, I can't face them yet. Its going to be so hard."
"You can stay here," he said.
I smiled. "Will Joey mind?"
"I'm sure he doesn't care. He and Caitlin went to bed hours ago. No one has to know." He smiled, a lock of hair falling across his eyes.
"Do you want me to?" I brushed the strand of curls from his eyes.
He leaned over and kissed my cheek lightly. "Of course."
"Craig? Thank you so much for everything you have done. It means a lot."
"Anytime."
"Well, I wish I could take you up on your offer to stay, but, unfortunately I can't. I have to face the consequences."
He nodded. "I understand. Do you want me to walk you home? It's getting dark."
"Would you mind? I mean, dark alleys at night are kind of freaky."
Craig and I stood outside of door. I didn't want to go in, but I had to.
"Thanks for being there for me, Craig," I said.
"Anytime. What are friends for?" He smiled lightly and brushed a stray strand of hair from my eyes.
"Yeah, its just that...well, it means a lot to me. you have been a really good friend."
"You've been there for me, too. Listen...the end of the year dance is coming up..." he ran his fingers, a nervous habit. "And anyway...I was wondering if you would go with me?"
I smiled. "Of course. I'd love to."
