Who Am I? Chapter 8: The Break of Dawn, a misc. plays/musicals fanfic

Chapter Seven: The Break of Dawn

I rubbed my eyes and looked up, the sun was so bright I could barely see even when I squinted. I looked around, I was still on the roof. Then it occured to me that I fell asleep there last night. I sat up, and waited for a rush of back pain to hit me.. Nothing. I smiled, I don't need an alarm clock after all. I put all the blankets and my quilt away, closing the tub. I slid down the slanted part of the roof and into my room. The clock read 5:03AM. I go into my bathroom and look in the mirror. I'm still girly from yesterday.. I redo my eyeshadow and liner and brush out my hair over again. Maybe I should be girly at school today just to piss Marc off. That would be fun! I tip-toed to my sister's room and pulled out more girly clothes. A turqoise tank top, and an off white tank top with inch thick lace straps, and dark wash tight jeans. I just get changed in her room, and throw yesterday's clothes in her hamper. I look through her shoes and find white furr boots. I slip them on, perfect fit!
Hastily I tip-toe-ran down the stairs to get the lunch money mom left on the counter, and I wrote a note to my parents telling them I'd be riding the bus today. I put on my jacket and backpack, and scurried out the door. I sat there on the bench by the bus stop. I took out my notebook and began thinking. My thoughts drifted to the last words with Marc yesterday..
"It's not even a big deal, you kiss your dad all the time!"
"Do I?"
".." He paused, then thought about what he said. A little late aren't we?
"No. I don't. I haven't kissed my dad since I was like 3. Next time think before you say something stupid. Just leave Marc. Please. We'll both pretend this never even happened."
"Deenie, I'm sorry-"
"You're not sorry! And you don't have to call anymore, I won't pick up the phone! This is the last straw, I don't wanna hurt anymore."
"No really I'm sorry please forgive me-"
"You can tell me that you're sorry but I don't believe you like I did before. You're not sorry."
What I said began to sound like sound lyrics, and I hummed up a few different melodies before choosing one. I started writing down ideas for the chorus using last night's dialogue.
But you dont have to call anymore,
I wont pick up the phone.
This is the last straw.
Don't wanna hurt anymore.
And you can tell me that you're sorry,
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before.
You're not sorry.
I smiled at the lyrics, the chorus is, aside from a few words, composed of what I said. Who would've known? I started humming, and closed my eyes. I was really getting into it, I can really feel this song. I continued humming the rest of the melody that I planned until I was interrupted.
"Whatcha hummin' there?" Someone asked in a gentle, motherly voice. I looked up to see a girl at school I'd seen before.
"A song I'm writing." I replied simply.
"You write music too?" She asks, smiling.
"Yeah.. Too? You write music?"
"Oh all the time.. It's like my escape. If something important happens, I write a song about it."
"Me too!" I smiled, with my teeth this time. She sat next to me on the bench.
"What's your name?"
"Dea- Wilmadeen. But everybody just calls me Deenie."
"Deenie, I love that name! Mine is Josey Leigh, known as Jo."
"Jo? That's a cool name."
"Thanks, I like it too. Can I see what you have so far in your song?"
I hesitate for a second, then give in. "Yeah.. Sure, here." I say, handing her the notebook. She looks at it for a few moments before handing it back. She starts humming something really close to what I was humming earlier. She stumbles on a certain part and I hum over it to correct her.
"What a powerful song.. Sounds like a conversation I'd have with a boyfriend after breaking up with him."
"Yeah.. That's why I wrote it, well, sort of."
"Oh, what's his name?"
"Marcus." I growled lowly. Just thinking of him makes me angry now.
"Ah, I won't ask anymore. I'm not one to salt wounds. So, can you sing what lyrics go to which melodies?"
"Oh yeah, but I only have a little."
"Don't hesitate, anything is still something."
I took a few deep breaths before singing for Jo, clearing my throat twice.
"All this time I was wasting,
Hoping you would come around,
I've been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down.
And its taken me this long
Baby but I figured you out.
And youre thinking well be fine again,
But not this time around," I stop singing and inform her, "This is where that humming comes in.", then continued on.
"I wont pick up the phone.
This is the last straw.
Don't wanna hurt anymore.
And you can tell me that you're sorry,
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before.
You're not sorry.
No, woah oh,
You're not sorry.
No woah oh.."
She looked at me funny, and smiled with a knowing look in her eyes. She's clearly dealt with a boy's crap before.
"That's certainly a break-up song."
"Mhmm.. I've been trying to guess this but I can't decide.. How old are you, Jo?"
"Oh! I'm 19, and you?"
"18 and three quarters. I can't believe you're only a little bit older than me, we look so different!"
She laughs a little, "Is that a compliment or an insult?" she inquires.
"No no, it's a compliment. You look like a mom, in a good way, and you sound like one too. Cause your voice is really soft, and gentle. It's pretty... Hey since you write songs, do you sing too?"
"Aw thanks, I get that a lot. That motherly thing. And eh.. I sing, if that's what you the dastardly noise that escapes my throat."
"Can I hear you sing? One of your songs? I mean, if you have them with you?"
"Yeah.. Yeah. Sure. I have my notebook here in my purse," she takes out a small 3 ring binded mini-book, "Let me pick one."
"Okay.. I bet you sing beautifully. Your talking voice is so pretty that you must be able to sing too."
"Nah, not really. But I found one I wrote a long while back. Here, and I'll sing it." She says, passing me her lyrics.
"Go when you're ready." I informed her, carefully scanning each word on the page.
"Comparisons are easily done
Once you've had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I picked the ripest one, I still got the seed

You said move on, where do I go?
I guess second best is all I will know

'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you
(Thinking of you, thinking of you)
Thinking of you, what you would do
If you were the one who was spending the night
(Spending the night, spending the night)
Oh, I wish that I was looking into your eyes

You're like an Indian summer in the middle of winter
Like a hard candy with a surprise center
How do I get better once I've had the best?
You said there's tons of fish in the water, so the waters I will test

He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth, oh!
(Taste your mouth)
He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself

You're the best, and yes, I do regret
How I could let myself let you go
Now, now the lesson's learned
I touched it, I was burned
Oh, I think you should know!

Oh, won't you walk through?
And bust in the door and take me away?
Oh, no more mistakes
'Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay, stay"
I paused for a moment. She has a totally gorgeous voice as I knew she would. Her eyes were on the ground, just drifting off into thought. I gazed into her eyes, they were a pretty shade of brown with speckles of red and hazel. I started to observe her. Her hair is a nice auburn color, a few inches past her shoulders, and her skin is a china doll porcelain. Her long, dark, lashes framed her eyes and her haircut framed her face. She had perfectly tweezed eyebrows, and a girly shade of light pink about her lips. She's very pretty, and that's putting it lightly. Her body type is curvy, her chest is much bigger than mine, but our hips are probably close to even. She's wearing a navy blue cami under a white sweater and acid-wash jeans with the same kind of converse that I have, the off-white kind.
She looked up to me and our eyes met.
"What did you think?"
"That's a really sad song.. I can relate to it a little bit, but I can totally understand it. You have a lovely voice."
"Oh.. Thanks, babe. That's great to hear from someone new."
"Yeah.. Do you go to LLCC?"
"Uh huh, how did you know? Lucky guess?"
"I go there too."
"Oh you do? I haven't seen you before."
"Yeah. Do you know a kid named Dean in the sophomore year?"
"Oh yes, Dean. He's kinda short for a guy, but hey he can't help it."
"Uh huh.. That's me."
"What? Dean is a boy, you're clearly a girl, what's this nonsense you're throwing at me?" She asks, laughing.
"Dean, Deenie, see what I mean? I really love basketball, but they won't let girls on the team. So I have kind of this like.. Alter ego thing going on. Marc, I "broke up" with him yesterday and I want to piss him off so I'm dressing all pretty to rub it in his face. Do you get where I'm coming from?"
"Yeah Deenie. I see what you're gettin' at." She smiles and winks at me.
I realise it's been more than an hour of us just sitting and talking. Just as I was wondering about it, the bus arrives on que and both Jo and I get on.