A Little More Than Xs And Os

Broken hearts, broken windows

After Trevor left after dinner, I go up to my room and blast music that isn't Christmas related. Not that I don't love Christmas songs, but they just play them so often this time of year I need a break.

My dad blocks my path, however. "Your grades are dropping again. Is this going to be a problem?" I look him dead in the eyes. "Dad, it's A.P, of course it's going to be a little more fast paced especially when I entered in closer to the second semester than the first." He huffs and I can tell he's making a quick decision in his head. "Adam, I'm going to have to ground you." 

I should've known that was coming. Oh well, all I wanted to do was go to my room anyways. And listen to music. So I do.

My mistake was putting Pandora on shuffle. I always do that, but this time I regretted deeply.

Love song after love song plays. Normally, the specific songs don't bother me. But after talking about Peyton for a couple hours, they tear me apart.

The first one is Say something.

Say something, I'm giving up on you

I'll be the one, if you want me to

Anywhere I would've followed you

Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I am feeling so small

It was over my head

I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall

I'm still learning to love

Just starting to crawl.

I quickly skip the song then lay on my bed. The next song - Hey there Delilah - isn't any better. 

Hey there Delilah

What's it like in New York City?

I'm a thousand miles away

But girl, tonight you look so pretty

Yes you do

Times Square can't shine as bright as you

I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah

Don't you worry about the distance

I'm right there if you get lonely

Give this song another listen

Close your eyes

Listen to my voice, it's my disguise

I'm by your side

I jump up from my bed and press skip again. I stay in my computer chair to be prepared to skip the song again. I'm not sure if "I won't give up" will be bad.

When I look into your eyes

It's like watching the night sky

Or a beautiful sunrise

Well, there's so much they hold