:::: Right-O…second chapter out of…well I'm not really sure how many. Anyways, thanks a bunch for the reviews… you all get a cookie. J Quotes in order:
"Your Song" JamisonParker; "Those Days You Felt Alive" Spitalfield; "No Seatbelt Song" Brand New; "Knew It All Along" Midtown; "Hey Girl" Dashboard Confessional. Enjoy! ::::
"You remind me of a song I used to love."
"A mix tape? God, Cohen. So cliché," Summer said to herself, after carnivorously ripping the wrapping paper off. She turned it over and read the note, written in small, messy, barely legible Cohen-ish handwriting. "My Summer, music is life, and love. Every note represents my love for you. Listen carefully." Summer sighed, and began rummaging through her closet. She wasn't even sure that she had a tape player. Finally, she found one. A pink, dusty Hello Kitty tape player that she received for her 5th birthday. Summer placed the headphones over her ears (after wiping them off with a tissue, of course) and pressed play.
Seth's voice came on, soft, muffled. "Um, hi Summer." He cleared his throat loudly. "I hope you like this mix tape…no Death Cab, don't worry." Seth laughed. "Okay, well, yeah…enjoy." His voice faded and on came soft emo rock.
"I'll try not hold back what I'm thinking
when you smile for your blue skies
for those times you felt alive
breath in and softly release it,
I won't let you go"
Summer frowned. "Nice, Cohen. Just make me forgive you with some honest, heartfelt lyrics backed with pretty background melodies." She hit the forward button.
"It's only you, beautiful
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you."
"Flattery, that's good too." Summer bit her lip. Bubblegum. Or was it Cotton Candy? She waved her hand, as if it didn't matter, and pressed forward. The next song was more upbeat.
"I know it's not easy.
I know I can't feel what you feel
And trust just don't come easy
cause to trust is to depend
and who wants to give up that part of them?"
"And I thought you didn't understand, Cohen. That's all I want you to see." Summer closed her eyes and thought about Seth. She was beginning to warm up to this whole mix tape thing. And the music wasn't bad either.
"Hey girl, you've got a smart way about you
that makes me wish that I was smart enough for you
Hey girl, you've got a fine laugh
And I think that I can get used to that
And you're already used to laughing at me"
Summer was tired of sitting and moping. Her pity party was no fun anymore. She stood up. The music began to get to her. First, she was tapping her toe, quietly. Then, she was nodding her head to the beat. Within a few minutes she was a full fledged rocker, jumping up and down, singing at the top of her lungs. Her step-mom opened the door.
"Summer, what are you doing?" her step-mom asked, looking at Summer as if she were crazy.
"Um, punk rock aerobics? Getting in some cardio workout?" Summer said, grinning.
"Okay…" Her step-mom backed out of the room and closed the door. Summer stood in the center of her room, hair messy, face red, and heart beating.