Teddy showed up five minutes before it was time for me to get off.
A little eager, are we? I thought to myself and smiled.
Stalker.
I pulled my hoodie over my head as I grabbed my keys and my purse. "Ready?" I asked him, which was probably the most stupid question I could ask at the time.
He nodded as he lead me out to his Mom's eggplant colored van and I giggle slightly to myself. Not that I had anything at all to laugh at; My jeep had been handed down to me from my brother when he got his own well-paying job and bought him a brand new, very un-necessary Tahoe. And it's not like I'm complaining either, I love the Jeep. I plan on never giving it up until it, like,
dies on me or something. Ok, enough rambling.
"I sort of need to do something with my car." I informed him. "I can't just leave it here. It'll get towed."
"Oh. I didn't think about that." He laughed at himself. "Well then I guess you can take it back to your house and I'll follow and we'll go from there." Yep he was very eager.
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Finally, after Wendy's we had arrived. None of my friends were there to witness my loser self, going back on my word.
"Do you want to go up here and sing?" Teddy said loudly.
I shook my head. "No. I'm going to sit here and listen a bit first." The truth was, I wasn't even ready to get up there again. I honestly wasn't sure what had first made me even want to get up there and be so spontaneous the last time.
"Ok." He looked around for a minute like he was thinking about something. "I'm going to go talk to the sound guy." He told me. "I'll be back in a few."
I nodded as I listened to a band with a singer who had horrible eyeliner plastered all around his eyes sing - or more like growl - an incoherent song.
I laughed to myself as they exited the stage and took a seat at a small, rectangular table. Teddy made his way to the stage and sat on an average sized, black stool placed behind a keyboard and I heard several girls on the other side of the room start to giggle.
He began playing without saying anything and I just sat and listened. I remembered when he and I used to sit up there and play his songs together. I had never listened to just him play.
"And if I live for a million years, I will be right here, to catch your tears..." He sang and I smiled. He looked up and looked right at me as he sang and then quickly looked back towards his hands.
He finished that song and then stood up, throwing his guitar strap over his shoulder and smiled at me mischeviously. "Ok. So this song, I don't know too well. It's actually, totally and completely not my brand of music. Ha. Um.. but the other night I was riding home with a friend and this song came on the radio and the way her eyes lit up as she sang every word just made me enjoy it." He began playing a the very song I had been singing a month ago when I gave him a ride home from here. "June! Come on up here!" He called and my eyes got wide.
I shook my head as people started looking to where he was. I shook my head and covered my face as he waved his hands toward where he was standing.
"June!" He jumped off the stage and came to the table, where he drug me up to the stage, along with my guitar.
I reluctantly strapped it on and began playing along. "So I don't know this as well as she does, so it's all her show." He looked at me and winked. He mouthed 'Ready?' I nodded and we began singing.
"We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,
We've been talking 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out..."We both sang together before he began singing his part. Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health. Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself, Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair!" I smiled as he sang the next line. "Honey I'm gonna snowball Jackson..." I smiled again. "See if I care." He smiled at me while he attempted to sing out of his element, which he wasn't doing too terrible at.
It was an old country song, which most of the people in there were probably laughing at us for singing, but I really didn't care. I was having way too much fun. I loved old country music, despite how much most people my age dissed it.
We finished our song and took a bow, old-fashioned style, as a few people clappped, which was probably just out of courtesy.
I smiled as we walked to the table we had been sitting at before and he sat down next to me this time, instead of on the other side.
"You did really good," He told me.
"You weren't too bad yourself." I told him. "Even though most of the people in here probably thought we were nuts."
He laughed. "You're probably right, but I don't care." He left it at that and I just smiled before I let out a big yawn. "Are you tired?"
I nodded.
"Well, then I'll take you home." He smiled as we began to gather our things to leave.
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I rested my head on the window as he drove through our now quiet town. I had so much fun tonight, which I never thought I would.
"I had a lot of fun," He said to me. I could hear the smile he had planted on his face.
I smiled sleepily at him. "Me too," I was so tired now.
"I want to show you something," He informed me as he parked in front of the vacant lot between our houses. "Get out."
I followed his orders as he led me through the trees in the cold air to a tree, surrounded by a small patch of grass on all sides.
"I like this spot." He told me.
I nodded. I was too tired to speak. He sat down and gestured for me to do so as well.
I sat down next to him and he wrapped his arm around me. "I love how you don't care about what people think about you."
"oh?"
"I guess because in my line of work you sort of have to care..."
I yawned again and rested my head on his shoulder. "I'm sleepy."
"Ok. Come on then." He giggled as he stood and then pulled me up by my hands. "I'll let you go in."
I smiled. "Thanks. I didn't know I needed your permission."
"Well I'm glad you stayed. Since you could of easily walked off on your own." Crap. He knew I actually did enjoy being around him.
I smiled as he moved closer and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. We pulled away from each other slightly. Right when he seemed like he was about to make THE move, I spoke.
"Well, I'm going to head in." I told him. "I'm really tired."
His eyes showed his desperation once more and I smiled to myself on the inside. "Ok. I'll see you... Monday."
I nodded. "Nite, Geiger."
*song: Jackson by Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash
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june will come around eventually!
