When girl time is deemed "a sufficient amount for now," by Lucy, we head downstairs to rejoin the boys.
"We are so outnumbered," Lynn comments.
"What?" I ask at the random thought.
"Girls there are three of us and like a bazillion of them," Lynn exclaims.
"Lynn, there are eight of them, if you include Jason," I clarify.
"That's almost three times as much as us! I hope one of your brothers gets a girlfriend soon so we can even the playing field some," Lynn sighs.
"They won't date," I say and Lynn pulls me to a stop.
"Why?" she asks.
I sigh, "girls who want to date them don't treat me well. They are clearly very overprotective of me, admittedly within reason seeing as all this is going on, but as soon as the girl they sort of like interacts with or talks about me, they end it. For some reason all girls seem to hate me."
"That is the sweetest thing I've ever heard!" Lucy exclaims.
"I feel like I've told you this before," I say.
"Not fully but shut up now we're here," Lucy grabs my arm and pulls me into the family room.
My brothers are back and Carter hands me my guitar. I take it from his hands and hug him tightly.
"Everything went fine?" I whisper in his ear so only he can hear.
"No complications whatsoever," Carter whispers back, "promise."
I nod my head and back away. I turn to look at my friends, "you guys want to come meet David?"
"And hear you sing? Hell yeah!" Lucy exclaims.
"Yeah bitch, you haven't even sung for us yet," Lynn scolds me.
"Sing something now," Cole urges with a smirk knowing everyone else will jump on board and I'd have to sing.
"Yes! Sing to me Ara," Grandpa shouts from where he's sitting.
Everyone starts chanting my name and I narrow my eyes at Cole.
"You suck," I mouth at him as I pull my guitar out of the case.
He mouths back, "you love me anyway."
I roll my eyes and look down at my guitar. I close my eyes and let a song come to me. Suddenly a song hits me and the familiar spot in my throat opens up as I get excited to sing.
I start strumming the chords and shut everyone out. I do this song differently than it's made I slow it down and adjust the tune slightly but I really feel the music.
Well I woke up to the sound of silence
And cries were cutting like knives in a fist fight
And I found you with a bottle of wine
Your head in the curtains
And heart like the Fourth of July
You swore and said,
"We are not,
We are not shining stars."
This I know,
I never said we are
Though I've never been through hell like that
I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back
If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone.
Carry on.
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground carry on.
Carry on, Carry on.
Well I woke up to the sound of silence
And cries were cutting like knives in a fist fight
And I found you with a bottle of wine
Your head in the curtains
And heart like the Fourth of July
YOU ARE READING
Oh Brothers
Teen Fiction"Something you want to ask me?" he asks, amused. "Nope," I pop the 'p' sound and don't even spare him a glance. My eyes are transfixed on the city lights and the cool air. "The curiosity prevalent in your eyes begs to differ," Cole states. When did...
