Playmaker

Chapter 1

Playmaker. That's what my teammates call me. But she... she is the real playmaker.

Ever since I helped her pick up her compositions and then stared into her frightened, glassy blue eyes as she responded to my questions with nods as yes or shakes off from left to right as no. Mostly nods.

I felt so horrible that she was frightened of me. So I would just slowly ask her questions. That's when I gave her the nickname. Playmaker.

A few weeks later after getting the part of Arnold in the winter musical, I found myself wandering down the hallways of East High when I heard the voice of an angel singing. I walked over to the music room. There she was playing the piano again. My playmaker. But she was also singing:

"When you're sad

When you're feeling low

When you're hurt

And don't know where to go

Think of me

There I'll be

Anytime you a friend

When you're down

And your love grows out

Or if you're

In trouble or in doubt

Its okay

Turn my way

Anytime you need a friend...

When you're scared

I will stay with you

When you feel you're falling

I'll lift you

When your heart aches

I'll ease your aches

Whatever it takes

I'm in

Anytime you need a friend..."

I must have moved or made some kind of sound, because she turned around and looked into my eyes. Her face was straight as I made my way over to her.

"Don't let me interrupt you. I'm just listening," I said, sitting next to her on the piano bench.

She started pulling her hair back into a knot and put her bowler hat on her head, replying, "Just going over some lyrics for the spring musical."

"It sounds beautiful. Will you play me another?" I asked.

She didn't even pull out other sheets of music, just started playing:

"Day to day trying to make ends meet

What I'd give for an address

Out on Easy Street

Need a deep margarita to help me unwind

Leave my troubles behind...

But if you can look in my eyes

And tell me we'll be alright

If you promise never to leave

You just might make me believe..."

As soon as she stopped playing, I kissed her. She pressed back, wrapping her eyes around my neck. My fingers trailed down her back and I felt her shiver.

We pull away as we panted for breaths air. She collapsed in my arms. I kissed her hair.

"You taste better than I was told," I said.

"Jason told you from when I dated him, I take it. Right,Bolton?" she smirked, sitting up and looking into my eyes. Her blue eyes always get to me, but the michivious look made me chuckle both inside and out.

"Yeah, he said you tasted like popcorn and coke. But you taste like chocolate covered cherries," I informed, cupping her face in my hand and caressing her chhek with my thumb.

"The only reason hetasted melikethat is because we were making out on the floor at the movies. And you taste like honey fresh off the comb," she complimented after explination as if that'd drive me away.

I laughed before kissing her again, slipping my tongue in her mouth to get a better taste of her.

She's my playmaker. She always will be. I love Kelsi Neilson. Playmaker of my heart.