Chapter Two

Finn goes home. kind of uneventful. A filler chapter.

By the time I got home, I was incredibly exhausted. I walked straight to the pantry and grabbed a potato. I washed and stabbed it and put it in the microwave so I could have a baked potato. When the microwave started up, my mom walked into the room.

“Hey hun, how was tryouts?” She inquired, obviously wondering what how things went.

“Fine. The assistant coach told the team its almost guaranteed I won’t be cut, so that’s good. And Devyn, the captain, said he’d put in a good word for me to be co-captain,” I explained. The look on her face said it all.

“This is your first time ever playing a sport. Are they making fun of you? Cos I can get them fired for that!” She yelled, drastically flailing her arms everywhere.

“No mom, I’m actually good at soccer. It was like the guitar thing all over again. I got the ball and it took me like ten minutes to actually have all the drills down. I guess I’m just good at soccer,” I winced as she grasped me up into the biggest hug she could muster. I was caught off guard by her hug, and jumped when the microwave went off, signaling that my potato was done cooking. She let go of me, and wandered over to see what I was cooking.

“Really? I baked potato? Again? Is that all you eat anymore, Finn?” She’s always fretting over my eating habits. “You’re gonna need to eat right if you want to stay on the team you know.”

Glaring over at her, mentally telling her to back away from my potato, I simply stated, “I eat fine. Now go away and let me eat my potato in peace.” I ate my potato and headed to my room quietly, so she wouldn’t bombard me with questions about the details of practice. When I opened the door to my sanctuary, I walked straight to my laptop, dropping my bag on my bed on my way. I sat down and logged online. I checked facebook first, seeing I had 6 new friend requests, all from the boys at tryouts. The one that stuck out though, was Devyn Jon Cloud. He had messaged me as well. The message was well thought out.

Hey Oliver;
I was just messaging you to let you know that I talked to coach and he said that he would most likely pick you for co-captain, since I feel you would be best suited for the position. Just letting you know! Have fun with the power of knowledge!
-Devyn.

I sat back and stared at the screen. Did he really have that much authority over the team? I was glad to know that I had the position, but why? I never cared about sports before. And before I met Devyn, I didn’t care about sports now. He had some sort of a hold on me. I had no idea what was going on. I wasn’t gay. I had always liked girls without a doubt, but now I was starting to wonder. Devyn made me feel things I’d never felt before, with girls or guys. It was like he was the only one I needed to impress, ever. I gave up thinking, and decided it was only making me more confused.

I shut my computer down and flopped back on my bed, determined to forget about what I just read. Rolling over, I grabbed my remote and turned on my stereo. Even though I was over a month away, I had to figure out what songs I was going to play at unity camp. The first song to play from my iTunes, was Cheater Cheater Best Friend Eater by Never Shout Never. I decided it was fine to play at camp, so I googled the lyrics and chords for guitar. I say back and ran through it a few times, getting it down by the third time around.

Yeah you sure broke my heart last week,

When you said you had slept with him.

I know you called, I got them all. La da da da da da

Girl you better love what you got, before you go and give it away

But don't say that I don't know you

Cause Oh, I know all about your type

You're the type of girl that texts all day and talks all night.

And Oh, I know, that you are feeling sad.

I don't feel bad, cause even after 3 text messages, 4 missed calls,

You still slept with my best friend.

Yeah, you sure got a lot of nerve, to say that this was all my fault.

I know you called, I got them all. La da da da da da

Girl you better love what you got, before you go and give it away

But don't say that I don't know you

Cause Oh, I know all about your type

You're the type of girl that texts all day and talks all night.

And Oh, I know that you are feeling sad.

I don't feel bad, cause even after 3 text messages, 4 missed calls,

You still slept with my best friend.

So I sing rain, rain go away, come again another day,

When I say it's okay to give a little hell to pay.

And every single time you make your way into my sheets,

The hours move to minutes, the days turn into weeks.

And I know you're so cool, but I must be a fool,

for taking you in and letting you win control of my heart.

And every single time you make your way into my sheets,

The hours move to minutes, the days turn into weeks.

So I sing rain, rain go away, come again another day,

When I say it's okay to give a little hell to pay.

And every single time you make your way into my sheets,

The hours move to minutes, the days turn into weeks.

And I know you're so cool, but I must be a fool,

for taking you in and letting you win control of my heart.

And every single time you make your way into my sheets,

The hours move to minutes, the days turn into weeks.

Oh, I know all about your type

You're the type of girl that texts all day and talks all night.

And Oh, I know, that you are feeling sad.

I don't feel bad, cause even after 3 text messages, 4 missed calls,

You still slept with my best friend.

“You sound fantastic sweetie, but what’s the occasion?” My mom had appeared in the door way to my room. I glared at her. I hate when she listens to me learn how to play and sing a song. I never sound good at the beginning.

“I’m practicing for Unity Camp,” I mumbled.

“Well, you don’t sound like you need to practice sweetie, you sound great!”

I just stared at her with an exasperated look until she left me alone with my thoughts. I put my guitar away and laid down in bed. Turning the volume down, I relaxed into my pillows while Danny Worsnop screamed quietly in the background. I fell asleep to Danny screaming If You Can’t Ride Two Horses At Once…You Should Get Out Of The Circus.

I was meant to make you smile,

I was meant to make you shine.

I was meant to make you smile,

I was meant to make you shine.

I was meant to make you smile,

I was meant to make you shine….

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