Desperation Devastation
Opening Doors and Opening Hearts.
The next day I decided to go over to Naomi and Bob's house. I really wanted to tell her about Lance's arrival, they were also friends.
I knocked on the door.
No answer.
I knocked again, harder.
Still no answer.
I turned the doorknob and it was unlocked, so I opened the door. I heard drumming from upstairs. I don't know who, though. I walked up the stairs, following the sound of the drumming.
I opened the door to what was probably Bob's room. And it was.
It was covered in posters, messy, with a double-bed in the middle, and a drum kit in the corner. There was some random-coloured clothes strewn accross the floor, which might have been Naomi's, or Bob's. Or both.
"Hey Bob!" I yelled at him.
He looked up at me from his snare drum.
"Oh, hey Emile. Where's Naomi?" He asked.
"Um... I thought she was here," I replied.
"Well thats convenient. She isn't."
"Righto, what song's that?" I asked, pointing at a pile of paper at Bob's feet.
"Just something I've been practicing for our band."
"You're in a band?"
"Yeah, with Mikey, his brother Gerard, Ray and Frank." He said.
"That's awesome. Y'all should jam with us someday."
"We should... Has Naomi told you yet?"
"Er, no... What?"
"I might as well tell you now, we're gonna get married." Bob said.
"Oh my God!" I gave him a huge hug.
He laughed as I squished him.
"Really?!" I asked.
"Yeah, really. I proposed yesterday."
I grinned from ear-to-ear. "I can't believe it, it'd be so fucking awesome!"
He laughed, "I love her so much, I thought it was the right thing to do."
"Of course it is! Where is she, I wanna see her."
"Dunno, I'll go look for her."
"Ok," I followed him out of the room and down the hall.
I sat down in the lounge and fumbled with my nails.
A coupla minutes went by, and Bob finally returned, not with Naomi, but with a worried expression.
"I can't find her." He said.
"Huh? Have you checked the house?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll just look in the backyard and the basement."
"Ok, I'll come with you." I said.
I trailed Bob outside.
I looked around, there was no sight of her.
"Looks like she isn't here, she might be in the basement." He said.
"Righto." I replied.
We jogged down the stairs. She was probably down here playing her guitar and humming along with a band, most likely Evanescence. Or writing another song.
And that's when we opened the door.
I knocked on the door.
No answer.
I knocked again, harder.
Still no answer.
I turned the doorknob and it was unlocked, so I opened the door. I heard drumming from upstairs. I don't know who, though. I walked up the stairs, following the sound of the drumming.
I opened the door to what was probably Bob's room. And it was.
It was covered in posters, messy, with a double-bed in the middle, and a drum kit in the corner. There was some random-coloured clothes strewn accross the floor, which might have been Naomi's, or Bob's. Or both.
"Hey Bob!" I yelled at him.
He looked up at me from his snare drum.
"Oh, hey Emile. Where's Naomi?" He asked.
"Um... I thought she was here," I replied.
"Well thats convenient. She isn't."
"Righto, what song's that?" I asked, pointing at a pile of paper at Bob's feet.
"Just something I've been practicing for our band."
"You're in a band?"
"Yeah, with Mikey, his brother Gerard, Ray and Frank." He said.
"That's awesome. Y'all should jam with us someday."
"We should... Has Naomi told you yet?"
"Er, no... What?"
"I might as well tell you now, we're gonna get married." Bob said.
"Oh my God!" I gave him a huge hug.
He laughed as I squished him.
"Really?!" I asked.
"Yeah, really. I proposed yesterday."
I grinned from ear-to-ear. "I can't believe it, it'd be so fucking awesome!"
He laughed, "I love her so much, I thought it was the right thing to do."
"Of course it is! Where is she, I wanna see her."
"Dunno, I'll go look for her."
"Ok," I followed him out of the room and down the hall.
I sat down in the lounge and fumbled with my nails.
A coupla minutes went by, and Bob finally returned, not with Naomi, but with a worried expression.
"I can't find her." He said.
"Huh? Have you checked the house?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll just look in the backyard and the basement."
"Ok, I'll come with you." I said.
I trailed Bob outside.
I looked around, there was no sight of her.
"Looks like she isn't here, she might be in the basement." He said.
"Righto." I replied.
We jogged down the stairs. She was probably down here playing her guitar and humming along with a band, most likely Evanescence. Or writing another song.
And that's when we opened the door.