The Pain Of Their Presence - Sequel to Sound of Their Presence

Chapter Seventeen: Dynamic Duo

Cheyenne's POV

    I hear the bell above the door tinkle softly as I walk into my new, favorite location on planet Earth. I step over the floor boards, my feet quiter than a whispering breeze in the late fall. Walking between each bookshelf, I slowly creep towards the music filing cabinets.

    When I stand in the space between the larger of the two black cabinets, I am confused. SHould I be worried? Lysander swore he would meet me here-

    "Guess who," comes the gentle, nearly arrogant voice, as his hands cover me eyes. I remove them with a laugh, as I turn around to face Lysander. "I have a new one for you!"

    "Ooh, and what might that be?"

    "Just another one of my amazing music picks. Join in as soon as possible. If you think you have what it takes-" Oh, I had what it would take alright! Lysander honestly, and not trying to be immodest, was going to totally lose to me if we were in a musical abilities contest!

    "You build me up"

    One line, and I know exactly what angle to play at to make Shiver, by Maroon 5, into a perfect duet.

"You knock me down

Provoke a smile

And make me frown

You are the queen of runaround

You know it's true

You chew me up

And spit me out

Enjoy the taste

I leave in your mouth

You look at me

I look at you

Neither of us know what to do"

    I don't miss the grin Lysander is trying to hide.

    "There may not

Be another way to your heart

So I guess I'd better find a new way in

I shiver when I hear your name

Think about you but it's not the same

I won't be satisfied 'till I'm under your skin

Immobilized by the thought of you

Paralyzed by the sight of you

Hypnotized by the words you say

Not true but I believe 'em anyway

So come to bed It's getting late

There's no more time for us to waste

Remember how my body tastes

You feel your heart begin to race"

    At this point, Lysander makes a quick hand motion, as if telling me to 'bring it on.'

    "There may not

Be another way to your heart

So I guess I'd better find a new way in

I shiver when I hear your name

Think about you but it's not the same

I won't be satisfied 'till I'm under your skin

There may not

Be another way to your heart

So I guess I'd better find a new way in

I shiver when I hear your name

Think about you but it's not the same

I won't be satisfied 'till I'm under your skin

There may not

Be another way to your heart

So I guess I'd better find a new way in

I shiver when I hear your name

Think about you but it's not the same

I won't be satisfied 'till I'm under your skin."

    Lysander gasps as he finishes the song with me. With a smirk, he claims, "I totally won that."

     "The hail you did! I got the higher notes that you had to bring an octive lower because you didn't breathe in all the right places!" I laugh, as he gives a grudging and somber nod.

    "That may be so, but-"

    "But what?"

    "I work here!" and Lysander laughs when I roll my eyes.

    "If you have an open position, I would gladly apply."

    "And I would gladly hire."

    "Oh, what position do you work in? You don't look like a manager to me!"

    "Let's just say that I may have a connection with the owner . . ."

    "What kind of connection?" I dare press.

    "The owner of the shop just might be my father."

    "Might?"

    "Depends on if you look at legally, or biologically."

    "Oh really? Are you going to tell me more?"

    "Maybe, if you would want to come with me to a club on the other side of town tomorrow night."

    "Are you asking me out?"

    Lysander's blank expression contorts into one of amusement. "That depends."

     "Will you ever give me a straight answer?"

     "That depends, too."

    "My God! You-"

    "Will you answer a question of mine?" Lysander cuts me off.

    "If you start answering my questions!"

    "An answer for an answer, tomorrow night," he declares.

    "Fine, but I am so not falling for that again!"

     Before I have left the shop for the day, I have recieved weird looks from an abundant many customers for the disraction I seem to pose to the shop's manager. I have laughed to the point of stomach aches that are probably unhealable, and smiled so that my face is sore beyond words. I am finding myself with a liking for the mysterious, cocky store owner, although I am tempted have the time to kick him in ways that would put him at a disability of having children . . .