A/N: Hey guys! This is just a quick chapter I had to edit. I think its been in my computer for at least a year lol. I just wanna give a big THANK YOU to everyone who reviewed. Seriously, tho, you're the best ;P Enjoy!

I Laid My Love on You

-Moving on

Swallowing a huge lump that had formed in her throat, Sora made a brave attempt to start the conversation, trying hard not to feel intimidated by his attitude- even if he was a good 20cm or so taller than her. She felt her jaw drop a couple of times, but as words failed her, she would instantly shut it again.

Great, she thought, her cheeks warming up, she probably looked like a goddamn fish.

The boy gave an impatient sigh. "Well?" He demanded, his grip still tight.

"I-I was just..." Sora mentally kicked herself for coming up with such a pathetic answer. Actually, what was he so uptight about anyways? It's not as if she had done something wrong for God's sake. She saved someone's life. With a firmer voice, she rephrased herself.

"Do I really need to explain? I think we both saw that ambulance and the state of the guy who came out. Everybody just seemed to be so into your music so I figured-"

"That naturally it gave you the authorization in touching my guitar? Do you know how rare it is to actually find a vacant place here?"

Sora blinked a few times, and felt her jaw drop again, though for once it wasn't due to lack of vocabulary.

"You seriously think that your guitar is superior to a sick person in need?" She asked in complete disbelief.

As if what he just said wasn't bad enough, Sora saw, to her horror, that the boy was actually grinning. The clumsy, almost ditzy feeling vanished instantly. Yanking her arm out of his grasp, she flared up on him.

"How can you act like that? Are you really that arrogant and self-centered, or are you just playing dumb?"

The boy narrowed his icy blue orbs into slits. "Listen, I'm assuming you're new as you obviously have no idea with whom you're messing with. With that in mind and due to the fact that you're a girl, I'll let you off this time, though I can't guarantee I'll do the same for the next." His voice was in a dangerously low note.

"Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I need to be "let off" at any point. You know, people with your attitude could definitely earn a psychologist a job."

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" The boy growled, moving closer to the girl.

She raised a perfect eyebrow in return. "Must I spell it out for you?"

He smirked, "You're probably PMSing or something." Stupid laughter could be heard from behind. It immediately died down as he opened his mouth to continue, "Now be a good girl and hand me over my guitar."

Sora didn't know what exactly possessed her to do it, she was usually a nice and passive person. All she could feel though was anger burning up inside and the stupid comments this boy had given her so far kept ringing in her head.

"Fine! Take your bloody guitar!" And with that, she flung the beautifully polished instrument on the floor. It scattered all over the ground as it made contact with the pavement, pieces flying everywhere. The boy yelped and then leapt forwards outraged, only to be held back by his friends. Smiling sweetly, Sora turned on her heels and walked away, feeling very satisfied with herself indeed.

"I'LL KILL HER!" Matt shouted.

"Dude, calm down, she's only a girl. Besides, we can get you another guitar if it makes you less flippin' aggressive." Fellow band member Watsuki Akira (A/N: Ok, I have absolutely NO idea of their names, so just go along) exclaimed, while seriously trying to contain his friend's rage. He pitied those who were desperately pinning him down; Yamato Ishida wasn't exactly small and weak.

"I'm fine." Yamato tore his eyesight away from the retrieving girl's figure. Getting irritated that his friends were treating him like a deranged convict, he flung his arms forwards, sending two unprepared guys onto the floor. "LET. ME. GO!"

"Ok, ok." Iwasaki Yutaka muttered. He dug into his pockets and retrieved a small packet. "Cigarette?" He promptly asked, hoping to calm Yamato down. It was the best he could offer at the moment.

"Yeah, thanks." He took one and propped it in his mouth. Lighting it up with his own lighter, he let out the smoke as he exhaled. Just why had he let this girl get to him? Sure, he loved his guitar, but like Akira said, he could always buy another one. His brow furrowed in frustration. The usual Ishida charm hadn't worked, and that girl wasn't too bad either...

"Let's go." Akira finally said as the rest of the band finished packing their instruments up. Taking one last look at his guitar, Yamato put his cigarette out by flinging it on the floor and stepping on it with the tip of his heel. Following the others as they headed out of the park, Yamato came to a decision: he was going to get that girl back, whoever she was. He had a strong feeling that that wasn't the last time he'd see her...

Sora closed the front door with a triumphant thump. She was not feeling the least bit guilty. After all, she was about to apologize, had he only given her a chance to say something.

Walking slowly up the stairs, Sora couldn't help but wonder about her mixed feelings before she had lost it completely. The boy was hard to figure out. Though he had a rotten personality, it seemed like there was something more to him, but Sora just couldn't place her finger on what it could be.

She probably got that feeling from the look in his eyes. They were definitely his best feature, so out of the ordinary in terms of color. Then there were of course his lips which would occasionally turn into that irresistible, loop-sided grin and-

Sora almost tripped herself on the last flight of steps. Was she actually wasting her time thinking of him? Shaking her head, she entered her room. As she looked around perplexed, she remembered just why it was in such a state.

Sighing, she started to pull things out of her boxes. There was no point anymore in hoping that her mom would miraculously change her mind and decide to move back. As much as she hated it, she had to move on. Besides, if she was to live here she had to at least have a decent looking room.

TBC

Lemme just say I loved writing that guitar-smashing incident lol. You gotta love Sora. Oh yea! If any of you know the real names of Yama's band members, plz let me know.