All The Wounds That Are Ever Gonna Scar Me
Here Comes The Rain Again
Autumn's POV
As soon as we walked into Starbucks, I began to wonder if I died and went to heaven. It was amazing, the smell, the friendly, inviting atmosphere, everything. It was just perfect. We bought our drinks and sat at a booth near the window as it started to rain. The rest of the guys began talking amongst themselves, leaving me to my thoughts.
For the first time I felt like I actually belonged. I felt like maybe these guys could really be my friends. I've never really had friends in California, except for Bert. He was really awesome, he taught me how to play guitar and sing. We even wrote a few songs together. When I left, he was the only one who actually said goodbye. He made me promise to call him as soon as I could. He even cried a little, but he told me his eyes were just sweaty. I told him that he should visit for Christmas vacation, and he swore he would. Then we hugged, cried some more, and said goodbye. I felt hot tears rising in my eyes as I went over the memories of my best friend.
"So... You like Green Day?" A small voice said, brutally ripping me away from my thoughts. I turned around and saw Mikey sitting next to me, waiting for an answer.
"Yeah, how bout you?" I responded, faking a smile.
He smiled back awkwardly and blushed while nodding. Holy shit, this guy is adorable. He had those hipster style glasses that sat on the edge of his nose, and beautiful hazel eyes that you could get lost in. I quickly realized that I was staring and tried to concentrate.
"Cool. What's your favorite album?" I asked, trying to start a conversation.
He took a deep breath. "I love 'Nimrod' but I just got 'Uno' and that's pretty good too." He quickly responded, still blushing.
"Cool. I like 'Dookie,' their older stuff is the best." I replied, still trying to smile.
All of a sudden he looked really nervous and sweaty. Trying to relieve himself, he pushed the sleeves of his Misfits hoodie up a bit, revealing a battlefield of scars on his arms. I felt jaw drop a bit in shock. It was so confusing . How could someone so perfect want to hurt themself?
He saw me staring and pulled his sleeves back down and looked at me with his wide, teary hazels.
Just as I was about to say something, Andy interrupted me.
"Hey, Autumn! Wanna check out the music store down the street? It's awesome, you'd love it!" He offered excitedly.
"Sure! I've been saving up to get an acoustic anyway." I replied, grabbing my bag off the ground and getting up with the rest of them. As we headed out the door, I pulled my hood over my head and turned to make sure Mikey was still with us.
After ten minutes of walking, the guys lead me into a huge music store filled with every instrument imaginable. We all disbanded, heading our separate ways throughout the store. I followed Mikey to the back where the basses were kept, and watched as he picked up a Fender Mustang and began to play Seven Nation Army. 'Wow, he's really good,' I thought as he expertly moved his hand up and down the fretboard. Pretty soon I started singing along, too.
Mikey's POV
I swear to God, she had the coolest voice ever. It wasn't all high or girly, but it wasn't deep or manly either. It was a little scratchy at times, which kinda added to her charm. I stopped playing after the first verse and stared at her in awe.
She blushed and looked down at the floor. "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. It's one of my favorite songs. Sorry." She apologized, still looking at the ground.
"Don't apologize! That was great!" I said honestly, smiling.
"Thanks. You're really good too!" She said, blushing even harder. And soon I was blushing. We were having a blush party.
"Thanks." I said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.
"Want me to show you were the acoustics are?" I offered, putting the bass down and getting up. She nodded and followed me to another room. All around the room acoustic guitars, harps, and ukuleles hung on the walls.
"Whoa." Is all she said before rushing to the other side of the room to study a Gibson acoustic guitar. She picked it up and sat down on a stool and began to play a song I never heard before. After getting a feel for it, she began to sing, too.
"He wears his heart safety pinned to his backpack,
His backpack is all that he knows.
Shot down by strangers whose glances can cripple the heart and devour the soul.
All alone he turns to stone while holding his breath after death.
Terrified of what's inside to save his life
He crawls like a worm from the bird,
Crawls like a worm from the bird.
Out of his mind away pushes him, whispering
Must have been out of his mind.
Midday delusions are pushing this out of his head,
Maybe out of his mind, out of his mind.
All alone he turns to stone while holding his breath after death.
Terrified of what's inside to save his life
He crawls like a worm from the bird
Crawls like a worm from the bird.
All he knows
If he can't relieve it, it grows
And so it goes
He crawls like a worm, crawls like a worm from the bird!
Out of his mind away, pushes him whispering
Must have been out of his mind.
All alone he turns to stone while holding his breath after death.
Terrified of what's inside, to save his life
He crawls like a worm,
Crawls like a worm from the bird
All alone he's holding his breath after death.
Terrified to save his life
He crawls like a worm,
Crawls like a worm from the bird.
Crawls like a worm,
Crawls like a worm from the bird."
I stared at her with my jaw to the floor. She really had an amazing talent. You could tell that when she sang she was really feeling the song. She even shed a few tears as she sang.
"What was that?" I asked when I find my voice.
"It's just something me and my friend Bert wrote when I lived in California. He calls it 'The Bird and the Worm.'" She said softly, staring at the ground and blushing like crazy.
She finally broke the silence."I'm gonna go pay for this." She muttered, picking up the guitar and walking out with me right behind her. She carefully set her instrument down in front of the cashier and cleared her throat.
"How much is this?" She asked the woman behind the counter.
She examined it quickly before saying,"$549.99"
Autumn pulled some money out of her bag and groaned in frustration. "Ugh. I'm twenty bucks short." She mumbled.
"Hold on a sec." I muttered, searching my pockets and proudly pulling out a twenty dollar bill and slamming it down in front of her.
"I can't take your money. I'm not a charity!" She argued, but I shook my head and shoved all the money toward the cashier.
"We'll take it!" I said, earning a glare from Autumn.
"You deserve it, ok? You're really good!" I countered, handing her the guitar. She blushed really hard again and threw her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Thanks, Mikey."
As soon as we walked into Starbucks, I began to wonder if I died and went to heaven. It was amazing, the smell, the friendly, inviting atmosphere, everything. It was just perfect. We bought our drinks and sat at a booth near the window as it started to rain. The rest of the guys began talking amongst themselves, leaving me to my thoughts.
For the first time I felt like I actually belonged. I felt like maybe these guys could really be my friends. I've never really had friends in California, except for Bert. He was really awesome, he taught me how to play guitar and sing. We even wrote a few songs together. When I left, he was the only one who actually said goodbye. He made me promise to call him as soon as I could. He even cried a little, but he told me his eyes were just sweaty. I told him that he should visit for Christmas vacation, and he swore he would. Then we hugged, cried some more, and said goodbye. I felt hot tears rising in my eyes as I went over the memories of my best friend.
"So... You like Green Day?" A small voice said, brutally ripping me away from my thoughts. I turned around and saw Mikey sitting next to me, waiting for an answer.
"Yeah, how bout you?" I responded, faking a smile.
He smiled back awkwardly and blushed while nodding. Holy shit, this guy is adorable. He had those hipster style glasses that sat on the edge of his nose, and beautiful hazel eyes that you could get lost in. I quickly realized that I was staring and tried to concentrate.
"Cool. What's your favorite album?" I asked, trying to start a conversation.
He took a deep breath. "I love 'Nimrod' but I just got 'Uno' and that's pretty good too." He quickly responded, still blushing.
"Cool. I like 'Dookie,' their older stuff is the best." I replied, still trying to smile.
All of a sudden he looked really nervous and sweaty. Trying to relieve himself, he pushed the sleeves of his Misfits hoodie up a bit, revealing a battlefield of scars on his arms. I felt jaw drop a bit in shock. It was so confusing . How could someone so perfect want to hurt themself?
He saw me staring and pulled his sleeves back down and looked at me with his wide, teary hazels.
Just as I was about to say something, Andy interrupted me.
"Hey, Autumn! Wanna check out the music store down the street? It's awesome, you'd love it!" He offered excitedly.
"Sure! I've been saving up to get an acoustic anyway." I replied, grabbing my bag off the ground and getting up with the rest of them. As we headed out the door, I pulled my hood over my head and turned to make sure Mikey was still with us.
After ten minutes of walking, the guys lead me into a huge music store filled with every instrument imaginable. We all disbanded, heading our separate ways throughout the store. I followed Mikey to the back where the basses were kept, and watched as he picked up a Fender Mustang and began to play Seven Nation Army. 'Wow, he's really good,' I thought as he expertly moved his hand up and down the fretboard. Pretty soon I started singing along, too.
Mikey's POV
I swear to God, she had the coolest voice ever. It wasn't all high or girly, but it wasn't deep or manly either. It was a little scratchy at times, which kinda added to her charm. I stopped playing after the first verse and stared at her in awe.
She blushed and looked down at the floor. "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. It's one of my favorite songs. Sorry." She apologized, still looking at the ground.
"Don't apologize! That was great!" I said honestly, smiling.
"Thanks. You're really good too!" She said, blushing even harder. And soon I was blushing. We were having a blush party.
"Thanks." I said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.
"Want me to show you were the acoustics are?" I offered, putting the bass down and getting up. She nodded and followed me to another room. All around the room acoustic guitars, harps, and ukuleles hung on the walls.
"Whoa." Is all she said before rushing to the other side of the room to study a Gibson acoustic guitar. She picked it up and sat down on a stool and began to play a song I never heard before. After getting a feel for it, she began to sing, too.
"He wears his heart safety pinned to his backpack,
His backpack is all that he knows.
Shot down by strangers whose glances can cripple the heart and devour the soul.
All alone he turns to stone while holding his breath after death.
Terrified of what's inside to save his life
He crawls like a worm from the bird,
Crawls like a worm from the bird.
Out of his mind away pushes him, whispering
Must have been out of his mind.
Midday delusions are pushing this out of his head,
Maybe out of his mind, out of his mind.
All alone he turns to stone while holding his breath after death.
Terrified of what's inside to save his life
He crawls like a worm from the bird
Crawls like a worm from the bird.
All he knows
If he can't relieve it, it grows
And so it goes
He crawls like a worm, crawls like a worm from the bird!
Out of his mind away, pushes him whispering
Must have been out of his mind.
All alone he turns to stone while holding his breath after death.
Terrified of what's inside, to save his life
He crawls like a worm,
Crawls like a worm from the bird
All alone he's holding his breath after death.
Terrified to save his life
He crawls like a worm,
Crawls like a worm from the bird.
Crawls like a worm,
Crawls like a worm from the bird."
I stared at her with my jaw to the floor. She really had an amazing talent. You could tell that when she sang she was really feeling the song. She even shed a few tears as she sang.
"What was that?" I asked when I find my voice.
"It's just something me and my friend Bert wrote when I lived in California. He calls it 'The Bird and the Worm.'" She said softly, staring at the ground and blushing like crazy.
She finally broke the silence."I'm gonna go pay for this." She muttered, picking up the guitar and walking out with me right behind her. She carefully set her instrument down in front of the cashier and cleared her throat.
"How much is this?" She asked the woman behind the counter.
She examined it quickly before saying,"$549.99"
Autumn pulled some money out of her bag and groaned in frustration. "Ugh. I'm twenty bucks short." She mumbled.
"Hold on a sec." I muttered, searching my pockets and proudly pulling out a twenty dollar bill and slamming it down in front of her.
"I can't take your money. I'm not a charity!" She argued, but I shook my head and shoved all the money toward the cashier.
"We'll take it!" I said, earning a glare from Autumn.
"You deserve it, ok? You're really good!" I countered, handing her the guitar. She blushed really hard again and threw her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Thanks, Mikey."
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4/21/14