Friday, 21st December, Apocalypse Day…
The bell rang for break, and the excited class leapt to their feet and dashed out of the computer lab, tripping and pushing impatiently to get to their friends outside.
Strolling down the corridor, Richard smiled as he passed numerous classrooms. The place was quiet now, as most of the children were outside or in the bathrooms.
He turned and headed down towards the music block, where there would usually be a group of kids lounging around.
However, as he headed towards the door leading outside, he thought he heard a guitar playing softly somewhere.
He turned around and peeked through one of the music rooms. George sat there, hunched over a guitar and was singing in a soft voice:
Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without
Drew talks to me, I laugh 'cause it's so damn funny
And I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky 'cause
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into.
Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see…
George's voice slowed down and the guitar stops playing. Richard can hear and see him shudder, and his breath catch in his throat. Then he can hear sobbing.
Opening the door wide, Richard sneaks in and stands behind George. "I didn't know you liked that song," he says.
The other teen spins round bewildered, and he almost falls of his chair. "What are ya doin' eavesdroppin' on me like that?!"
He picks up his guitar. "What are ya doin' here anyway?"
Richard steps back a little. "I was just listening. I didn't know you liked that song, or that you played a guitar."
"Well, now you do know!"
Richard paused a little, finding the right words to say. "I know who you were singing that song for…"
George turned his hat-covered head towards him. His eyes narrowed. "What?!" he snapped. "What do you mean? I was just singing that song because I like it!"
Richard steps a bit closer. "No," he whispers. "I know who you were singing it for."
George looks at him, and then slowly lowers his head in defeat. "I-I-I can't tell anyone. YOU can't tell anyone, ESPECIALLY not them."
"Someday you may have to."
"No! I-I can't."
Richard places a hand on George's shoulder. "George, I know what it's like to feel that way about someone."
George looks up and frowns. "Yeah," he says. "But you like someone who is opposite to us. Me, it's someone who's the same as us. I-I'm being sinful ain't I?"
Richard shook his head. "Not unless you believe in the church."
"Then I don't!"
Richard gave a smile. "Coming with us to the Christmas Dance tonight, George?" he asked, changing the subject.
George gave a similar smile. "Yeah…" he said softly. "I'm going. We're both going."
"O.K. See you there then."
"Yeah… see you."
Richard turned around to go and walk out the door, when George called out: "Richard…"
Richard turned around. "Yeah?"
"…Thanks. Thank you."
Richard gave a bigger smile. "Anytime."
The two parted ways, and Richard strolled back down the corridor, to the doors that lead to the outside world. George picked up his music equipment, closed the door behind him and left, walking in the opposite direction to Richard.
That was when Rosaline came out of the shadows, Elizabeth Woodville behind her. Looks and frowns of shock and horror masked their faces. They looked at one another in disbelief.
They had heard everything….
Uh, oh, I sense a fight!
What is George's secret? What's going on?
Send me messages to guess!
Find out in the next chapter! ;-D