Chapter 3
The next Saturday, I headed down to the book store for the costumer appreciation thing. The were swarms of people there. I walked into the store and up to the counter. "Has the drawing been done for the guitar yet?" I guess I startled the guy, because he jumped. "Raven. I just tried calling you. The guitar is yours." I stopped breathing. I couldn't believe it. Something good had actually happened in my life. Inside, I was jumping for joy, dancing around like a giddy school girl. And, of course, I didn't show it. "Really? Cool." "Come around back, and I'll give it to you. People around here would kill for one of these." So, I went around back, and got the guitar. "The amp will be in a few days and for the shopping spree, just go to hot topic, and tell them your name. They'll let you get $500 worth of merchandise." I was so excited, some of the windows in the nearby store began to shatter.
As soon as he shut the back door, I teleported home, to my room. I didn't want anyone to know I had it. If they knew, they wouldn't stop knocking on my door to use it. I carefully stored it in my closet. As much as I acted like I didn't want it, I always wanted to play guitar. After I put it in my closet and locked it, just incase, I teleported to hot topic, to get some new cloths. I spent 5 hours getting things. I got the 6 inch boots I saw last week, along with a nice dress, that no one would EVER find out I had, some happy bunny clothes, an FMA shirt(drewls over ED), A "victory is mine" shirt, a gir doom song shirt, and 5 pairs of big baggy pants.
Before I went home, I decided to go back to book store to look at a new book that just came out. I walked in and went to the horror section. As I looked, I heard a young boy yelling at the clerk, "What do you mean I didn't get the guitar! I had over 500 entries!" I flew to the top of the book shelf to see who it was. It was Beast Boy. Was he stalking me, or something? "Well, if I didn't get it, who did?" The clerk told him, "I can't tell you her name, but she's a young grey girl with purple hair." Beast boy got a big grin on his face. 'Damn you! He knows it's me!' I dropped the book I was holding and teleported home, making sure to lock my door.
I sat on my bed, trying to meditate. Hoping he wouldn't come home. But yet again, it didn't fail. He came straight home. When he knocked on my door, I acted like no one was here. He knew other wise. He heard a vase shatter in my room. "Come on, Raven. I know your there." He got too annoying. I had to let him in. No sooner did I open the door, he came barreling in. I pointed toward the closet, walked over, unlocked it, and took the guitar out. He drewled over it. "Can I touch it?" "Wipe the drewl off your shirt, and sure, but if you brake it, YOUR DEAD!"
He grabbed it gently, put the strap over his head, and started to play some hard core, heavy metal song. My jaw dropped. "Where the hell did you learn to play guitar?" He chuckled a bit. "I taught myself when I was little. It took a while, but I ended up being in a band with my friends (Greg cipes, the voice of beast boy, is a musician. Check out his site and listen. He's really good. I crossed my arms, trying to be stubborn, "well, your not that good." "Well, let's see what you can play, miss know-it-all." I looked at the ground, "I don't know how to play." "Hey, maybe I could teach you."
I looked at him with an "are you kidding me" look, "You're not serious, are you?" "Why not, you want to learn, and I want to play. Its perfect and I won't charge you anything, seeing I work with you." I knew that's not what he meant. I read his mind, to see what his perspective was about the whole situation, 'this would be a perfect time to get her to like you, dude. Girls are totally into guys that play guitars. I could get closer to her, and maybe even tell her...' My concentration was caught off by his voice, "So, What do you say?" I let out a sigh, "I guess so, but if the others find out about this, I'll kill you." "Ok, cool. How about every day, around 10p.m. we meet on the roof, so the others don't notice." I thought it was a romantic place, and I knew that's what he was thinking too. "Sure. But if it's raining, we meet in the basement." "Ok then. See you tonight." He gave me the guitar, and left my room. I locked the door behind him. I flopped on my bed, trying not to scream from joy. I wanted to spend time with him. Just me and him. Then, all of a sudden, I felt the erg to find something nice to ware to impress him. It was like, my emotions went hay-wire. I didn't know why. I tried meditating, but it was no use. All I could think about was him.