~ Chapter 3 ~
“So you see what I mean? It’s not that I wanted to do this to myself, it’s just that…Gwen…” I began as I pace up and down the room.
Crystal rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at me, which I narrowly missed.
“So Gwen isn’t into you. GET OVER IT~! LIKE NOW~! Before my ears explode rather horribly” Crystal replied and got off my bed.
“Look. I’m going home. This has been fun, but spending hours just talking to you about how badly you feel about your almost-but-not-really relationship with Gwen. Sucks. Big time. So either –“ Crystal said as she opened my door “ You move on, or I’m going to buy ear plugs the next time I come over!”She exclaimed in frustration “Bye!” she added and left.
I groaned and sank down onto my bed. It’s not that I didn’t want to move on. It’s that, I didn’t know how to. How do you move on? I was still attracted to her.
“Sage! SAGE~!” My mother called from down stairs.
“Yes mom?” I replied and went down, still thinking of Gwen.
My mother was holding on to my older brother’s acoustic guitar which he had abandoned in the garage after he got his electrical wonder.
“You still want it? Cause Grag was eyeing it when he came over, and asked if he could buy it off you” Mom said.
“But I still haven’t signed up for lessons” I sighed as I took the instrument from her.
“Well get around to it. This thing is just sitting around here gathering dust” Mom replied and walked off to the kitchen.
I went back to my room and checked the internet for the nearest music centers around town. Two of them were only a few blocks away from my house and offered very attractive rates. I sighed and jotted them down. I may as well make myself useful, If I was just going to brood about the place.
I grabbed my stuff and went down to the garage with my guitar and rummaged around for its carrier bag. I packed in the guitar and slung it onto my back and stopped by the kitchen.
“There are two music centers down the road, I want to check them out to see whether I’d like to take classes there” I told my mom, who was busy making something that looked like a cake.
My mom took some money from her bag and told me to sign up immediately if I liked the place and instructor.
“Anything to get you out of the house honey, you’re always brooding these days!” she smiled and patted me like she did Felix, our black and white cat, who purred and rubbed itself against my leg before passing through the kitchen and out into the backyard.
“Mom, I’m not Felix” I grumbled “Bye !” I said and headed out.
I walked to both centers. The people there were really nice, but I choose the first centre I went to as it was nearer and was situated in this old brick building which felt so rustic and lived in and made me feel more drawn to it.
I went home and started on my work, but couldn’t concentrate so I took out a few sketch pads and began doing the unthinkable; I sketched out Gwen.
She didn’t come out right. So I sketched her again, and again, until I got tired and decided to sketch something else.
I sketched birds and flowers and trees until I fell asleep on my table, and my mom woke me up for dinner. After dinner I crawled into bed and had a dreamless sleep.