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Chapter 12 - You Don't Have To Hide

It's been awhile since I posted a picture of our lovely Alice aka "No Name". She's pretty awesome I think.

Thanks everyone for reading! I hope you all love her and Adam as much as I love them. Also Jesse...Jesse is certainly my favorite to write haha :) Please vote Ladies and Gents.

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-Hayley

"You play?" he asked, slightly surprised.

I looked down at my now empty glass of wine, bummed that I didn't have it as a distraction anymore.

"Not really, my brother was more of the guitar player," I said. I blinked, surprised I said even that much.

"So you played something else?" He wondered.

I looked up at him, his eyes dancing with wonder. It made my cheeks heat up that he cared to know that much.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek. Music wasn't something I liked to talk about, definitely a touchy topic for me.

"Uh..yeah," I hesitated and stared at my hands, fidgeting with my glass. "I played the piano and sometimes the guitar."

"That's so awesome!" Adam exclaimed. He turned in his seat to face me, excited. "Show me what you know, I'd love to see you play."

I jerked my head up to look at him. What little my wall had slipped down for him immediately went back up.

"Ahh..no."

Shocked, he blinked and his shoulders slumped slightly. "I'm sorry Alice, I didn't mean to pry again."

"No, no, I'm sorry I just--I don't play anymore," I quickly explained, wanting badly to change the subject. "Well, I was never the guitar player in the family anyways." My breath hitched as the words came out. I didn't mean to imply my family played. I didn't want him to know that.

He watched me. He looked like he was trying to read me and figure out what was happening. I knew I was overreacting. I knew that it wasn't his fault it was a hard thing for me to face. After all, music in my family was solely because of my Dad.

The lack of comfort must have radiated off of me because his eyes seemed to register something as he watched me.

He licked his lips, drawing my eyes to his soft pink lips. I could hear my own breathing come quicker so I closed my mouth, embarrassed. He took a deep breath and his face softened as he looked down at my glass then back at me.

"How about some more wine?" he asked, his voice soft and deep.

I nodded slowly and he took my glass, quickly standing to go back into the kitchen.

I sighed after I heard the front door open and close. I leaned over and held my head in my hands. I rubbed my temples. The wine was making me feel fuzzy already. My mind was hazy and I could feel the line I normally draw to the memories begin to fade.

"Dad, I am so tired of doing this," I groaned, sitting on the couch while he tapped his foot to help me with the rhythm.

He grinned and raised his eyebrows. "What do I always say Allison?"

I frowned and rolled my eyes. "The difference between--"

"That's right!" he interrupted as he grabbed my hands, knocking the pick out of my hand. "The difference between a musician and just another guitar player is the heart behind the practice!"

He smiled wide, his eyes in a far off place as he held my hands. He came back to reality and his smile softened as he watched my frown.

"Well consider me just another guitar player because I so don't want to be doing this," I grumbled.