Published January 7, 2011
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4
It stood right before me. A quaint, two level house with turrets and a balcony off one of the upper rooms. The mailbox read ‘Shaw’, and I was sure. This was the house of Tyler Shaw.
I ran up the stone steps, heavy laptop case banging on my leg. I had left the house under the premise of returning ‘Kara’s’ laptop. Instead, I have looked up Tyler’s address in the phonebook, and had taken the next bus.
I knocked on the door, then reached down to adjust my jean shorts, which were, a little on the short side for me to be comfortable. They were actually Kara’s; I stole them and never gave them back.
The door opened and Tyler stepped up. His dark hair, almost black, was dripping wet. His worn, red band t-shirt had wet spots, and he wore jean shorts.
“Melody.” He said, shock and surprise covering his tones, “awesome. Come in.” He held the door open for me, and I shot him a sheepish smile.
“I had to get out of my house.” I explained, “my mother is very over controlling, and annoys me.”
“I get that.” Tyler said, “and I’m glad you decided to waste your time with me.” I giggled.
“Actually, I have some band business. Now, I know I haven’t been lead singer for over twenty-four hours, but I do know the lead singer is supposed to come up with songs and stuff.” I pulled my laptop from my bag as we sat at the kitchen table. I opened my song file, and turned it to him.
“I’ve had these written for a couple of years now.” I explained. I looked at the wooden table, somewhat embarrassed.
“These are good.” Tyler said, “we could really use these. Especially this one. ‘Sorry’.” I stared at him.
“Really?” I asked, “are you sure.” Tyler looked up at me, grinning.
“We really could use these. Awesome.” He said. I frowned slightly, thinking of something else.
“Wild.” I said suddenly. Tyler scrunched up his nose.
“What?” he asked.
“Wild. Why did you name your band ‘Wild’?” I asked, “was it some sort of thing?” Tyler traced little circles on the table top with his forefinger. A dark look passed over his handsome face, and I never wanted to see that look again.
“It was somewhat a thing. It was going to be called ‘Young Hearts Stay Wild.’” Tyler explained, “though that was too long and girly.” I locked eyes with him for another intense moment. I could feel heat rising to my cheeks.
“Come on.” Tyler said suddenly, “I want to show you something.” He grabbed my arm, pulling me up. Warm electricity shot though my arm and I shivered.
He pulled me up a set to spindle stairs, down a hallway, and to a door painted black. It read his name in neon green letters.
“Your bedroom?” I asked, “is this your bedroom?” Tyler turned to me and grinned.
“So you like music, right?” he asked. I shook my head. I usually only listened to the Top Forty Hits on the radio on the weekend mornings.
“Well, this will be wasted on you, then.” Tyler said, and he pushed open the door to his room.
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This was good. Other than the few nitpicks I mentioned above this was very well written. I can't wait to read the next one (: Hope I could help!
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