Connection

 The next day I sat on the couch, watching as Sophia and Jazz were laughing when Sop tried to teach him piano, and Jason went to get something to drink.

Jason came and sat down on the couch next to me. Though he could not see me, I was able to imagine him rapping his arms around me, and holding me close. I felt a burning tingle navigate up my spine, warming my entire body, as he inched closer to where I was sitting, when he had to make room for Jazz to sit down.

Sophia sat on the ottoman so that she could face Jazz and Jason, and ask them questions about their lives.

“What do you guys do, in your spare time?” Soph asked. She might be bold, but I can’t say she is any good at small talk.

“We’re in a band, Jason plays the guitar, and I sing. Then Dawn plays drums, and Tango is our bassist.” Jazz said with confidence.

“Awesome!” Sophie said, probably in awe that her guy could sing! Me? I had always been a fan of guitar, I even tried to play it once… I never practiced, so I was never any good, but I tried! “Anything else?”

“Nope!” Jason said a little too quickly, and when he saw Jazz giving him that questioning eyebrow raise, he walked back to the kitchen to refill his already full cup.

I felt a cold shiver as he left.

“Not really.” Jazz said, slowly turning his attention from Jason, back to Sophia. “But this…” Jazz circled his finger between Sophia, Jason, and himself. “…could be a whole new hobby on its own.”

Sophia rolled her eyes, playfully, and then went on asking Jazz personal questions.

I got up from my seat and followed Jason as he walked around the room… studying him. He wore dark colored skinny jeans that were tight, but just loose enough that they didn’t look gay. He had very strong, muscular arms that showed attractively through his loose, white, short-sleeved V-neck. His walk was slow… searched his surroundings. He stopped abruptly by Sophia’s fireplace and picked up a picture frame that stood on the mantel. I walked over, careful not to bump into him, for fear of startling him. I almost burst into tears when I caught glimpse of the photo… it was a picture of me.

I was sitting by the ocean, my straightened brownish-blonde hair musing every which-way with the wind. My eyes were a vibrant green, not red-eyed as they were in most pictures, and I was smiling brightly.

Sophia stopped dead in the middle of her sentence, and slowly walked up to Jason. “That’s Muse…” Sophia said with a sad smile. “It’s was a miracle to get her to take a picture, let alone smile in one.”

“She’s beautiful.” Jason said, as he carefully placed the photo back on its rightful place. I stared at it, feeling like I was staring at my own tombstone, tempted to knock it to the floor.

“Yeah! Try telling her that.” Sophia said as she chuckled. “We always told her she was pretty, but she never believed us!! She always called us liars!”

That’s because you are!!! I screamed to myself. I took the fugliest pictures known to man, but you feel the need to torture me with it anyway!!!

“What did she like to do?” Jason asked, his gaze never tearing from my photo.

“She loved music. The weirdest kind, too.” Sophia said as she searched the back of her brain for some of my old, favorite band names. “There was shins, bright eyes, death cars… and mouse something.”

“Death Cab, and Modest Mouse.” Jason said smiling. “She’s got good taste.”

“Ha! She would have loved to hear you say that. She always complained that we listened to terrible music and her was sssoooo much better.” Sophia said, laughing as she reminisced.

“Jason, here, does the same thing.” Jazz added.

I was shocked. No one listened to my music. It just didn’t happen. For some reason, the world found pleasure in this crap called hip-hop or rap. I’d always dreamed of finding a person with the same musical interests as me, but I can’t say I had much time to look for someone that did.

 

I followed Jason back to his home, nothing stalker-ish, but our shared musical interests, sparked a new found curiosity in me. He lived in a small apartment, made for one, but could probably fit two. It was mostly white, with some black furniture… my two favorite colors. I sat on his desk as he sat on his bed playing First Day Of My Life by Bright Eyes, on his guitar. It was amazing. He closed his eyes for long periods of time and swayed softly to the melody, he sang with a deep, heart-melting voice, that reminded me a lot of The Maine, and I was speechless… not that it really mattered since, well… I’m dead, but still.

I walked over to him, careful not to get too close, but, being the klutz I always was, tripped over his acoustic guitar, making a loud strum as I fell onto the bed, passing through him.

Afraid of him freaking out and having him run away, I looked for a way out, but before I could seep through the wall, I saw Jason smile. He didn’t freak out, he didn’t jump to conclusions, he just gave an alluring half-smile. He lifted his head up a bit, opened his mouth and sucked in a breath, as if he were about to say something, but then closed it again. He shook his head and mumbled to himself that he was crazy.

He quickly raised his head up and had a strange look on his face. One that said he had an idea, but it was kind of funny. He got up and grabbed his laptop. I watched from behind as he searched through his itunes, stopping at on old band I used to listen to when I was still alive… Owl City.

“Dear Vienna. I regarded the world as such a sad sight, until I viewed it in black and white…”

Tears swelled up in my eyes as I heard them sing my name. Jason looked up, an eyebrow raised, and looking like he was waiting for something, or someone.

It was something I never did, but when I saw his expression, it was my first guess. I guessed that he was waiting for me to move something, so I went back to the acoustic guitar on the ground and plucked three strings.

I saw him smile. It was overwhelmingly bright, with the combination of its broad shape and sharp, pearly white teeth. His gaze shifted all around the room, still seeming like he was waiting for someone, anticipating something. I knew it was stupid of me to try and show my presence to him. I knew the right thing to do would be to leave, and stop messing about, but I also felt caught. There was an intense feeling of something pulling me back.

I tried to make myself walked toward the wall, I tried to tell myself to get out, but instead I just watched as Jason stood up, stared up at his ceiling, and then in every direction. He was looking for me… well, he didn’t know it was me, but he was looking for whatever he thought I was. It was time to stop messing around. I seeped through the wall and out side air, but not without blowing a kiss to Jason as he searched, unsuccessfully.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar mistakes.

Reviews

[unspokenguilt]

Wow, it really keeps your interested and makes you wanna keep reading! I love your characters! it seems as if her jason might have a special gift. Nicely done!

:) ear

[Babbette Francis]

Again, Wow!!

I want the next chapter and the next and...well you know!

Sad and beautiful!
Your book will be in my Faves!

[...MysteryGirl...]

love this book!
I read a lot of books but this has to be my #1
I almost started crying
Keep On Writing!!!
ThiS Is Great!!!

[veronica.voodoo]

question, does vienna/muse age? or is she stuck at thirteen? and back to the picture part, kinda wierd an 18 year old(?) calls a thirteen year old beautiful...maybe he could have been 'she would have been beautiful today...' idk, it's just me. well great chapter! :]

[Servant Ties]

yes. both your chapters are wonderful. I would tell you to fix your mistakes, but I do that same thing so I'd be a hypocrite. Oh however you spell the damn thing. Uh I loved how you had your descriotions early, I again do that as well. But instead of saying right out how your characters from Vienna's and Sophia's books are, why not drag it out a bit and tell how that guys looked or put some more filler in Sophias description to. But all in all. It's very nice writing I love it...just work on stuffs for the moments. Never stop writing it may solve a propblem that you have....

[Fallen Angel]

hmm. This is good, yes. This is certainly good.