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Things with Kelsey are back to normal: fighting over stupid stuff, her calling me to say sorry and me forgiving her. Life like this is pretty cool, I missed it. Me and Michael Guy, Michael, Adam and Andy were all in my garage playing to our new song called "Toasted Skin" that I wrote at leader boss person of the band. It's ok, it's kind of corny but whatever, it's playable. And I think Kelsey will like it, truth be told: it's kind of about her. And summer and all that. You know what? Screw this, I am in a relationship. I'm tired of acting like I don't being in one, it's good. Why should I have to make up excuses to the guys? But it was a little bit sudden seeming when Kelsey walked over to my house and asked me if she could listen to our practice. I bet all she thinks is that all we do is just get high and then leave? But anyways, she forces me to show her and so I force the guys to play, and we actually play the song decent. Maybe getting high isn't all we do after all. She thinks we're really good.

"Are you sure that you like it?" I ask her trying not to sound insecure.

"Like it, I love it, William. It's so cute and lovey dovey and sweet. Did you write that?" she asks me while we're sitting at a Jamba Juice table. I don't think she's convinced that I was capable of writing a good song. I look at her in a that's-what-I-say kind of way. "No, it's just I never new you could that warm. Emotionally." she laughs.

I grimace at her for mocking me. "I don't." She raises her eyes. "Well, I do...but it's not all about summer...some of it's about you." She smiles and blushes. "YOu make me feel like singing." I say. She blushes even heavier. She leans over to the end of the table and grants me with a kiss.

"You make me feel like dancing." she tells me grinning. "And screaming, are you ganna eat that?" I shake my head and she takes it away from me. I watch her from the other side of the table as she straws the shake and gazes up at me.

"These are the moments I write about." I tell her. I don't know why but I really wanna say it. 

"I love you." we both say at the same time and then laugh.

"I do, love you." I say honestly. Who'd ever thought I'd fall inlove with my rebound girl?

She giggles. "Yeah, I feel that way too."

When we get back from Jamba Juice around the mall we go back to my house. The guys are still there, we'd only left for about an hour and they sort of live with me. My parents? They're out for the whole summer on a cruise so it's just me and my lonesome over here, and the guys of course. And some times Kelsey.

"Hey, man. What've you two been up to?" Michael Guy gives me a sly grin. Ok, so I sort of told him that Kelsey was the one who asked to come back to me and then finally put out for me, and that's why I'm with her...I know: I'm filthy, horrible. 

But what Kelsey doesn't know won't hurt her right?

"We just went to Jamba Juice." she tells him setting down her coat on the floor.

He still stands there with that stupid little smile. "Ohhhh, is that what you call it? Went to jamba some juice?" he laughed. I stiffin up my face telling him to knock it off. Kelsey looks at me confused.

"Okay, and we are leaving in three, two..." I say. we walk out of the living room, I pick up her coat and tell her to meet me in my room.

"Michael Guy!" I call after him. "What the hell, man? You mind not being a dick in front of my girlfriend?" I ask him wondering if she can hear me or not.

"Hey, I was joking around there, don't get your panies all in a punch." he laughs with the guys like there was a hidden meaning in those words.

"I'm not, just when she's around...purify yourselves, ok?" 

I walk up to my room thinking about where she is in my room, whether she's on my bed...what was she wearing? No, she was wearing clothes..

She actually on my computer looking through my stuff. "Hey, whatcha doing there?" I ask kind of nervous.

"Nothing, I just found some of your lyrics for the band on here." she tells me. Damn, which ones?

"Oh really? Which ones?"

"Hmm..." she thinks. Please not Every Word, please not Every Word...that's the one I wrote about what I pain in the ass she is and much I hated her. "The where you say 'I wish you could hear every word that I'm saying'?" Oh shit.

"Ughh, hey babe," she turns around and I grab her face and kiss it. She kisses me back, while her arms are around me I spin her around and press the escape button. She hears the tapping of the keys and snaps back to the computer screen. "Damnit Will, why?" she asks.

I chuckle. "Babe, you can't read that one." I realize my words. "Any of them, actually. But thanks for asking." I tell her.

She frowns. "Why? I want to get inside your head sometime. You know? You don't exactly make it easy for me." she pouts. Oh shut up, I'm easy enough.

"But honey, you don't have to see my thoughts, you just have to hear my words and believe what I am saying." I tell her. She continues to pout. "Don't be that way..." She crosses her arms. "I know you're not really mad, you just want me to feel bad for you."  She looks at me trying to compose her face. She's silent, I nudge her making sure she's still awake, but she won't even look at me. I sigh. "Fine." I say and then open up a different one called "Classifieds", a more happier note.

She smiles and claps her hands together once and then gets down to business. She reads my words "My life reads like the classifieds. Pages of what's for sale, what's on the auction block. Attention bidders, it's lot 45: he's got a decent voice, he's got that crooked smile." She's grinning at the first paragraph "Well, aren't you cocky?" she finally looks up at me. I laugh but say nothing. "I'm not the type to forget about nights like this when every single move that I make is documented and scored for style points, the most ambisious one now holds the smoking gun. And if I die in my sleep, are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be?" she looks up at me confused. "I don't understand." she says. "When did you write this?"

I don't know. "Um, I think it was...last year? Yeah, last year." I tell her thinking back to when I first started.

"What is this about?" she sinks deeper.

"It's about an auction where they sold a painting..." I lied. "It was a painting of a plain old man and everyone had the highest bids than any other painting."

"So this is describing the painting?"

"No, I was wondering how much people would bid to buy the painting if it had my face instead of his." I guess in a way that sort of makes sense, but the story was actually about how many girls I had last year and why it was. "Don't read too much into it...it's nothing." I tell her honestly.

She shrugs "It could be."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah. Right."

Later in the day when everyone's gone I sit in that exact spot and take a pencil to paper, today was a good day.