Man o man you're my best friend
I scream it to the nothingness
There ain't nothing that I need
HOME ;; EDWARD SHARPE & THE MAGNETIC ZEROS
SO YEAH I'M FINALLY POSTING AGAIN DO YOU ALL LOVE ME YET
The doorbell rung at 7:18.
“I’ll get it!” I called out, stumbling down the stairs as I took two at a time.
Mum was busy in the kitchen, finishing up the last bits of dinner and pouring glasses of champagne for the adults. She was in a bit of a huff because she was running behind in cooking time and my step-dad only got home around ten minutes ago, so he was in the shower. It seemed today was the day for everyone to be late.
I opened the door to Rory’s grinning face with Charlie clutching to her arm like a monkey on a vine. Noah bounced in and had tackled my older brother, Greg, on the couch. Her mum stood behind her, holding onto Charlie.
“Hey!” I greeted them, letting the trio in.
Rory grinned, saying hi back and lagged behind as her mum greeted mine in the kitchen and Charlie meekly followed in his brother’s footsteps.
“Sorry we’re late,” she sighed as I closed the door behind her. Her hazel eyes looked tired; as if she had spent the night and the whole day running around with no sleep.
“It’s fine,” I said, grinning. “Mum’s behind with dinner anyway.”
The dinner was my mum’s idea. After we got home from dinner last night and opened my letter from Greenwood and saw that I’d gotten in, I called Rory right away and told her the great news, how I’d even gotten a dull scholarship. She was really excited about that. Mum thought it would be a great idea to bring everyone together and celebrate the news.
I stepped aside to let Rory and her family in. Once the entire group has passed me, I closed and locked the front door, then headed over to the living room where Sylvia, Rory’s mum, was giving my mother a kiss on the cheek as she gathered up the last of our dinner for tonight; my step-dad, Chris, was showing Charlie a new model airplane of his; Noah had laughed about something Greg was saying; and then Rory, in the midst of all, was sitting on one of the chairs quietly, listening in on our mothers‘ conversation.
She was looking thoughtful, although not happy thoughtful; she looked like she was worrying about something.
I laid a hand on her back and she sort of jumped under my touch, turning around and creating a smile.
“Hey,” she said almost half-heartedly.
“You okay?” I asked, sitting beside her as everyone else chatted on without us.
Rory kept her gaze on me for a moment, her eyes then flickering diagonally and then back to me.
“I’m fine,” she replied, nodding and smiling all over again.
“You sure?” I questioned, not believing her at all. I knew when she was lying, and this definitely seemed like the time. “Because seriously–”
“Maura, would you like me to set the table?” Rory asked my mother, cutting me off. I tried not to roll my eyes at her stubbornness.
“That would be very dear of you, thank you, Rory,” she answered, smiling. “The place-mats are in the cupboard... Niall, could you grab some plates and cutlery?”
I nodded, getting up off my chair and gathering the plates and cutlery, pushing Rory’s oddities out of my mind. And Rory looked almost relieved when I started yapping on about nuisance and cracking jokes and singing odd little verses of different songs as we set the table up for dinner.
Soon enough our two families were all set around the table and were having mini-conversations all across the table and eating the food my mother had prepared since mid-afternoon.
Rory and I, although she had more food upon her plate than me, finished our dinners around the same time. Noah and Charlie had already finished beforehand, whisking themselves off to the living room to watch TV; Greg was conversing about college to Chris; and both our mothers were talking about some stupid show on TV that they both liked to watch.
“I’m full,” Rory chuckled lightly, patting her stomach and puffing her cheeks out.
I gave her the same look, puffing my cheeks out and imitating her in a weird way, She rolled her eyes and hit me on the shoulder.
“Leave me alone.”
“Never!” I grinned.
Rory glanced back at everyone at the table, then back at me.
“Can I play your guitar?”
“You mean the one that’s so shit it wont tune properly?” I muttered.
She laughed, nodding. “Yeah that shit one.”
“Sure,” I answered. “It’s in my bedroom; come on!”
We both picked up our plates, discarding of the scraps and placing them in the dishwasher; then clomping upstairs to find my untunable guitar. Rory collapsed on my bed, trying to tune the old guitar as I snatched up my guitar pick.
“You know it’s no bother trying,” I told her. “I think it needs re-stringing or something.”
“Well, I want to tune it as much as possible,” Rory replied stubbornly.
But after a minute or so, she gave up on the one string that was out of tune and huffed.
“Fine, stay fucking weird then,” Rory muttered.
She started playing a few cords that were to familiar to me and I smiled at her.
“Still remember?” I asked.
She grinned back at me. “You betcha.”
Rory strummed a few short chords in a distinct rhythm that both of us knew like the back of our hands.
“I’ve tried playing it cool,” I sung, bobbing my head to the chords, “But when I’m looking at you, I can’t ever be bra-ave ‘cause you make my heart race. Shot me out of the sky; You’re my kryptonite. You keep making me we-ak. Yeah, frozen and can’t breathe.”
Rory took over singing now; her voice soft and timid, but nonetheless pretty. “Something’s gotta give now ‘cause I’m dying just to know your name. And I need you here with me now ‘cause you’ve got that one thing.”
A big grin falls over both of our faces as we hit the chorus. The melody quickens and it makes us want to go absolutely mental every time we sing it.
“So, get out, get out, get out of my head and fall into my arms instead. I don’t, I don’t, I don’t know what it is but I need that one thing. And you’ve got that one thing.”
“Now I’m climbing the walls,” I took over, “but you don’t notice at all: That I’m going out of my mi-ind –– all day and all night.”
Rory chimes in. “Something’s gotta give now ‘cause I’m dying just to know your name. And I need you here with me now ‘cause you’ve got that one thing.”
This time I jump up on my bed and start bouncing around, half singing and half shouting the lyrics. “So, get out, get out, get out of my head and fall into my arms instead. I don’t, I don’t, don’t know what it is but I need that one thing. So, get out, get out, get out of my mind and come on, come into my life. I don’t, I don’t, don’t know what it is, but I need that one thing and you’ve got that one thing.”
Rory laughed with me and we made goofy faces at each other as we sung. It had been months since we last played it.
“Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh, you’ve got that one thing.”
“Get out, get out, get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead...” I sung.
“So get out, get out, get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing.
“So get out, get out, get out of my mind–”
“Out of my mi-ind,” Rory harmonised.
“And come on, come into my life
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing.”
“And you’ve got that one thing!” Rory sung with one final strum of the guitar and we burst into laughter as we looked at each other.
“The best assignment we’ve ever done,” I affirmed.
“Probably the only assignment we’ve ever done too,” Rory chuckled.
We wrote “One Thing” as our final assignment for music class last year. Rory learned the guitar just so she could play an instrument along side me for the assessment. She wrote most of the lyrics, but I helped a little bit. We got a perfect grade on the assignment.
“You should probably learn more than two songs on the guitar, huh?” I teased, ruffling her hair.
“Yeah, well, Greenwood is going to help me with that isn’t it?”
I smiled. “Yeah.”
We played “One Thing” until everyone else in the house was completely sick of it. Then we sung “Torn” by Natalie Imbruglia –– the only other song Rory knows how to play.
After a while, my mouth starts to feel dry, so I stop singing and just let Rory play. Watching her out of my half-closed eyes and admiring at how peaceful she looked sitting there. And then chuckling softly when her eyebrows furrowed about the guitar being old and out of tune.
“What?” Rory asked, smiling a bit at me.
“You’re staring at me,” Rory laughed.
“Just admiring your gorgeous face, Aurora, m’dear,” I teased, poking her softly in the rib so she giggled.
“You’re awful, stop,” she said, pushing my hands away. But I continued to tickle her and she tried to push me off, failing to do so. That was until she grabbed my hands, rolled us over and kept me pinned by sitting on my stomach.
“I hate you,” I grunted.
A grin spread across her face.
“No you don’t.”
“You know what?” I whispered.
I beckoned her to come closer and she leaned forward.
“Maybe we should kiss to break the tension,” I teased.
I kissed her cheek and she batted me away.
“Niall, go away!” she exclaimed, rubbing her face and jumping off of me.
I smirked – always worked.
“Rory?! We’re heading out now!” Mrs. Brown called out to her.
She turned to me getting up and flipped me off.
“I’ll get you later, Horan.”
“Yeah, yeah, you say that but you never do,” I said. “You busy tomorrow?”
“Gotta babysit,” she sighed.
“I’ll come and help if you want me to. Keep you company and all. I’ll help you pack for Monday?”
She smiled. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”
I eyed my papers of Greenwood to my right and suddenly remembered something important.
“Do you think you could take my Greenwood shit to the post office? I probably wont remember quickly enough to take it,” I asked. If I didn’t send it soon enough, I wouldn’t be fully enrolled and I wouldn’t want that at all. It was important that the form was put in the mail as soon as possible.
“Sure!” she exclaimed.
I don’t know if I’m imagining it, but it’s almost like she’s relieved. I don’t know why that would be though...
“Thanks, Aurora-Dora,” I joked. “I love you-u-u-u!”
“Yeah, shut up.” She stook her tongue out and I waved her goodbye out the door.
bit of a weird ending
but i love their friendship okay they're cute
almost too cute
(just saying what)
hardly anyone will read this
a lot of my readers have gone oops
BUT YES THANK YOU IF YOU GO THROUGH HELL AND READ THIS
I just spent the past two hours cleaning my room and moving furniture around in it and all looks nice
and everything( wot? ) yo
love lumos xx