Chapter 2
Silence. All that Kelsi could here was the faint noises from the TV in the next room, and the occasional sound of one of them reaching for a cookie. This meant that her and Chad weren't talking. Her mission was obviously not successful as yet. Now that she thought about it, what did she really think she could say to him? After all, she couldn't relate to him. He was a jock for goodness sake. She decided to abort, and get out of there.
"I'm going to go turn off the movie," she said, sliding off her chair.
Kelsi started to walk out of the kitchen. Then she felt a hand on her arm.
"Please don't go," Chad begged her.
"Why?" she asked questionably, turning back around.
"Well," he said, running his fingers through his hair and sighing," This has been a little, dare I say, therapeutic."
"Therapeutic," Kelsi said, slightly disbelieved. "Chad, we've barley talked."
"Who says people need to talk to help each other?" he said, with a small smile.
"Yes, maybe there's a chance," Kelsi thought.
"Just having someone here is making me feel better," Chad continued.
"Feel better about what," she had to ask.
"Oh, nothing," he said, a little to quickly.
"Alright then," Kelsi said, sitting back down. "So, what now? More food, I've got plenty."
"Na," Chad said," I kind of full."
"Ok, what? Do we just sit here and stare at the walls?"
"You got anything else to entertain with besides movies."
"Not really," she said. "Who said it's my job to entertain you? You're the one keeping me in here.
"Well this is your house," Chad pointed out.
"And you point is…" Kelsi responded, resulting in a small chuckle between them.
"How about we try that talking thing?" he said after a few minutes.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"The weather," he tried.
"Hot," she said. "How about current events?"
"Boring. Sports," Chad countered.
"Snorefest. Um, the next musical?"
"You're kidding right," he laughed.
"No. I'm actually working really hard on it."
"Well then," he gave in, "You have the floor."
Kelsi started going into detail about her latest "masterpiece." It was a story about a girl who felt deserted by everyone, at least until a popular boy took a sudden interest in her.
"I'm using different methods for composing the music this time," she explained. "The songs are much more mellow, and I'm using an acoustic guitar instead of the piano."
"Really," Chad said, taken aback. "So, you're a woman of many talents."
"In a way," Kelsi said. "I only learned how to play recently. I'm not perfect."
"Oh, I bet you are."
"Yeah, right."
"No seriously," he praised. "I bet you're fantastic."
"Do you want to here me play?" she asked.
"Absolutely."
They tiptoed past the sleeping movie watchers, and made their way up to her room. As she climbed up the stairs with Chad behind her, Kelsi wondered again what was wrong with Chad. He'd said having someone there was making him fell better, but then dodged the question when she asked him why. Oh well, at least he was talking now. Maybe her mission wasn't hopeless.
She pulled out her guitar from under her bed. Chad sat cross-legged at the foot of her bed. Kelsi checked her guitar to see if it was in tune, then she started to play the one song of hers that she loved the most.
Can I ask you a question please?
Promise you won't laugh at me
Honestly, I'm standing here afraid I'll be betrayed...
As twisted as it seems
I only feel love when it's in my dreams
so let in the morning the light and let the darkness fade away
Can you turn my black rose red?
Can you turn my black rose red?Drowning in my loneliness
how long must I hold my breath?
All this emptiness inside...I could fill the deepest sea
I reach to the sky as the moon looks on
my one last tear has come and gone
I'm dying to let your love rain down on me...
Can you turn my black roses red?
Can you turn my black rose red?
Can you turn my black rose red?
Cuz I feel like I've never known love...
Kelsi slowly echoed the last line until she was finished. She looked up, and saw Chad had an extremely different look in his eyes.
"That's really good," he said.
"Thank you," was all she could muster up. What is wrong with him?
Kelsi put down her guitar gently. They sat in silence for a moment.
"Chad, are you all right?" she finally blurted out.
Chad sighed.
"No," he said, rubbing his temples.
"Well then what is wrong? You're driving me crazy."
He sighed again.
"Last night, I talked to Taylor on the phone."
"Ok?" Kelsi said.
"It was then that she informed me that she wanted us to take a break," Chad said, getting something off his chest. "At least until she could come back to Albuquerque."
"You poor thing," Kelsi said, putting a comforting hand on his knee.
"That's not the problem," he said.
"Well then what is?"
Chad looked up. Her green eyes were pleading with him. He leaned forward, and slowly placed a small kiss on her lips.
"That is," he said when they pulled apart.
"Mission accomplished," Kelsi thought.
Ok Chapter 2. The song she sang was Black Roses Red by Alana Grace. It was on the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants soundtrack, and I love it. I do not own. Reviews please.