She Even Poked The Holes So I Could Breathe
007
Ray's P.O.V:
I get on the bus with Christa and she begins to warn me about her family. She finishes telling me about her sister's death and how her parents took it and how they're acting right now. The entire time of her telling me l felt so sorry for her. I would've hugged her but l didn't know if that'd be awkward or not?
So now we are walking off the bus and Christa starts to walk slow to her house. Like almost annoyingly slow.
"Why are we walking so slowly?" I chuckle but she doesn't find anything funny. Instead, she just stares at me.
"I'm just not looking forward to walking into that house," she admits. "Sorry, l'll walk faster."
I feel bad for her, l wonder how it feels to hate being at home. I wonder how bad it is?
We walk to the front door of her house and before inserting the key, she looks at me.
"Ignore my parents. I'm sorry if they seem irritated or ignorant, it's just that-"
"No, Christa, I know. It's okay." I cut her off.
Christa opens the front door to a house full of silence. You know when you're in a place so quiet that you can hear a ringing? Ya, well, that's what it's like. Are her parents even home? Suddenly, Christa grabs me by my arms and drags me across the house.
''Hey mom, hey dad." She mutters and l see her parents sitting at the table in the kitchen. They don't even look up, don't even acknowledge her- our existence. I understand that their daughter had died, but it's almost as if they forgot about Christa. Like she's just a ghost.
Christa takes me to a room, l'm guessing hers, and we plop down on the bed.
"Hey Christa, I'm really sorry about your... situation at this home. You can talk to any of us- Jack, Alex, Pete, Patrick, Mikey, Gerard, Frank, Oli, Brendon, me- any of us and we will be there for you one hundred percent." I said and she shrugged her shoulders and looked up at me.
"Thank you Ray. It truly does mean a lot to me. Honestly." She says and we both smile at eachother. After a minute of silence, she decides to change the subject.
"So, what happened when l was blacked out; tell me everything." Christa giggled and clasped her hands together. I laughed with her at her sudden interest in the drama.
"Well, for one, Patrick and Mikey talked after Gerard forced them to, and Mikey apologized and told Patrick that he'd break up with Pete if he wanted him to. Patrick said no, if they truly loved eachother, then it's not any of his business to interrupt that. We ended up in the nurse's office and Mikey helped Pete with his wounds that Frank delivered to him. Gerard had a serious talk with Frank about beating up Pete but they worked it out and Frank apologized. So basically just a lot of discussions and apologies. This just proves how much our gang cares about one another, we'll never break, no matter what happens." I finished .
Christa nodded and smiled.
I looked past her shoulder and noticed an electric guitar. It seemed dusty and probably out of tune.
"Woah! Do you play?" I asked whilst gesturing to the instrument. Christa looked at it then back to me.
''l would love to, but l don't know how." She started and l got this crazy rad idea.
''l can teach you! I know how!" I squealed.
Christa's P.O.V:
"l can teach you! I know how!" Ray squealed.
I feel excitement ripple through my body, but at the same time, l feel nervous. What if l make a fool out of myself? Or l mess up and can't get anything right? And what if l mess up so badly that Ray gets mad at me and then leaves and l get kicked out of the gang? Oh, come on. That's never gonna happen.
I beam at him and agree to let him teach me. Ray leaps off the bed and towards the guitar. He grabs it and gestured for me to stand up and put the guitar strap around myself. I do so and turn toward him.
"Good, okay, so can you strum one string at a time please? I just forgot to check if it's in tune or not." Ray commands and l try doing so. It turns out that most of them are out of tune.
Ray comes behind me, almost chest-to-back, and he begins to tune the guitar from behind me. l feel awkward now. I won't say that I like him being so close to me, but l don't mind it. Yes, it's awkward because it's almost like a behind hug and we are rather close, but it feels like l've known Ray forever. So it's comfortable.. and uncomfortable. It's confusing.
Ray hums once he's done tuning and the takes my left hand and puts it on what he calls "fret one"? I don't know l wasn't listening. I'm too distracted by the contact. I wanted to tell him that this was awkward for me, but l didn't have the nerve to do so.
"-and this is the neck of the guitar, as you can see. That's about all the parts. So how about l show you some songs?" Ray excitedly says and l nod. All l heard was what the neck of the guitar is.
Ray pulls away and takes the guitar from me. He adjusts himself and then messes around with the strings. Next thing l know, he's making a beautiful collaboration of high and low notes, completely shredding it. I stand there, amazed, astonished, with my mouth wide open. How is Ray Toro not famous? He also looks so passionate and blissed out, l can tell he loves playing.
Soon he finishes and looks up at me before chuckling. I stand still, mouth still open, and l just stare at him.
"How are you so good with the guitar Ray Toro?!" I loudly question while clapping. He shakes his head and slowly stops laughing.
"I've just been working on it a lot, you know?" He replies and l nod. Working on it a lot? He must mean working on it since day fucking one of entering this world.
Now it's night Ray leaves, says he's gonna go to Mikey and Gerard's house and Frank is going to be there too. I say my goodbyes to him and tell him l had fun. We hug and he's off, out of sight. Today was actually pretty good. It seems that ever since l got into this 'gang', things have been going well. Which means that tomorrow will go great too. I shuffle into my pajamas and lay down on my bed, closing my eyes and wondering if l'll ever be able to play guitar like Ray? Soon I find myself asleep and having a good dream instead of a nightmare.
I get on the bus with Christa and she begins to warn me about her family. She finishes telling me about her sister's death and how her parents took it and how they're acting right now. The entire time of her telling me l felt so sorry for her. I would've hugged her but l didn't know if that'd be awkward or not?
So now we are walking off the bus and Christa starts to walk slow to her house. Like almost annoyingly slow.
"Why are we walking so slowly?" I chuckle but she doesn't find anything funny. Instead, she just stares at me.
"I'm just not looking forward to walking into that house," she admits. "Sorry, l'll walk faster."
I feel bad for her, l wonder how it feels to hate being at home. I wonder how bad it is?
We walk to the front door of her house and before inserting the key, she looks at me.
"Ignore my parents. I'm sorry if they seem irritated or ignorant, it's just that-"
"No, Christa, I know. It's okay." I cut her off.
Christa opens the front door to a house full of silence. You know when you're in a place so quiet that you can hear a ringing? Ya, well, that's what it's like. Are her parents even home? Suddenly, Christa grabs me by my arms and drags me across the house.
''Hey mom, hey dad." She mutters and l see her parents sitting at the table in the kitchen. They don't even look up, don't even acknowledge her- our existence. I understand that their daughter had died, but it's almost as if they forgot about Christa. Like she's just a ghost.
Christa takes me to a room, l'm guessing hers, and we plop down on the bed.
"Hey Christa, I'm really sorry about your... situation at this home. You can talk to any of us- Jack, Alex, Pete, Patrick, Mikey, Gerard, Frank, Oli, Brendon, me- any of us and we will be there for you one hundred percent." I said and she shrugged her shoulders and looked up at me.
"Thank you Ray. It truly does mean a lot to me. Honestly." She says and we both smile at eachother. After a minute of silence, she decides to change the subject.
"So, what happened when l was blacked out; tell me everything." Christa giggled and clasped her hands together. I laughed with her at her sudden interest in the drama.
"Well, for one, Patrick and Mikey talked after Gerard forced them to, and Mikey apologized and told Patrick that he'd break up with Pete if he wanted him to. Patrick said no, if they truly loved eachother, then it's not any of his business to interrupt that. We ended up in the nurse's office and Mikey helped Pete with his wounds that Frank delivered to him. Gerard had a serious talk with Frank about beating up Pete but they worked it out and Frank apologized. So basically just a lot of discussions and apologies. This just proves how much our gang cares about one another, we'll never break, no matter what happens." I finished .
Christa nodded and smiled.
I looked past her shoulder and noticed an electric guitar. It seemed dusty and probably out of tune.
"Woah! Do you play?" I asked whilst gesturing to the instrument. Christa looked at it then back to me.
''l would love to, but l don't know how." She started and l got this crazy rad idea.
''l can teach you! I know how!" I squealed.
Christa's P.O.V:
"l can teach you! I know how!" Ray squealed.
I feel excitement ripple through my body, but at the same time, l feel nervous. What if l make a fool out of myself? Or l mess up and can't get anything right? And what if l mess up so badly that Ray gets mad at me and then leaves and l get kicked out of the gang? Oh, come on. That's never gonna happen.
I beam at him and agree to let him teach me. Ray leaps off the bed and towards the guitar. He grabs it and gestured for me to stand up and put the guitar strap around myself. I do so and turn toward him.
"Good, okay, so can you strum one string at a time please? I just forgot to check if it's in tune or not." Ray commands and l try doing so. It turns out that most of them are out of tune.
Ray comes behind me, almost chest-to-back, and he begins to tune the guitar from behind me. l feel awkward now. I won't say that I like him being so close to me, but l don't mind it. Yes, it's awkward because it's almost like a behind hug and we are rather close, but it feels like l've known Ray forever. So it's comfortable.. and uncomfortable. It's confusing.
Ray hums once he's done tuning and the takes my left hand and puts it on what he calls "fret one"? I don't know l wasn't listening. I'm too distracted by the contact. I wanted to tell him that this was awkward for me, but l didn't have the nerve to do so.
"-and this is the neck of the guitar, as you can see. That's about all the parts. So how about l show you some songs?" Ray excitedly says and l nod. All l heard was what the neck of the guitar is.
Ray pulls away and takes the guitar from me. He adjusts himself and then messes around with the strings. Next thing l know, he's making a beautiful collaboration of high and low notes, completely shredding it. I stand there, amazed, astonished, with my mouth wide open. How is Ray Toro not famous? He also looks so passionate and blissed out, l can tell he loves playing.
Soon he finishes and looks up at me before chuckling. I stand still, mouth still open, and l just stare at him.
"How are you so good with the guitar Ray Toro?!" I loudly question while clapping. He shakes his head and slowly stops laughing.
"I've just been working on it a lot, you know?" He replies and l nod. Working on it a lot? He must mean working on it since day fucking one of entering this world.
Now it's night Ray leaves, says he's gonna go to Mikey and Gerard's house and Frank is going to be there too. I say my goodbyes to him and tell him l had fun. We hug and he's off, out of sight. Today was actually pretty good. It seems that ever since l got into this 'gang', things have been going well. Which means that tomorrow will go great too. I shuffle into my pajamas and lay down on my bed, closing my eyes and wondering if l'll ever be able to play guitar like Ray? Soon I find myself asleep and having a good dream instead of a nightmare.
Notes
~Monroeville
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12/9/15