Writing Words To The Music In Her Head

”Oh, come on, Sarah!” Lucy's eyes sparkled with hunger for gossip, and she wanted me to feed her. ”You like Mike, I just know it!”
I hated these conversations. They where a waste of words, and to have them in the School-cafeteria wasn't the best idea. If someone overheard, there'd be rumors that would turn out ridiculous. I hated to bet that girl.
”You can't know anything yet! You haven't even met the guy!”
Lucy made a face.
”Is it that bad?” She asked.
”What?” I was confused.
”Well, is he that ugly?”
”Lucy!” I hissed.

Some people turned around to see what we were talking about, but I couldn't care less. Love had nothing to do with looks. I knew that Lucy was kind off superficial, but like this?

”Sorry, jeez...”, she 'apologized', I guess. ”Take it easy.”
”I don't go after looks, that's all”, I muttered.
”Sure, every desperate girl says that”, she giggled.

She would think that I took it as a joke, but I didn't. Lucy was getting on my nerves more and more, every single day. She had even changed her Schedule so we'd have even more classes together. Who was the desperate one of us? She was practically stalking me.

The only reasons I spent time with Lucy was because she couldn't help how some of the things she wanted to say came out, and she seemed to have been pretty lonely before I came along. It wasn't like I was getting anything out of our so called 'friendship', rather than having someone by my side through the scary School corridors, but she didn't annoy me so much that I couldn't spend time with her.
She could be very nice. She pointed out which people I shouldn't piss off, and which where okay to talk to. It was a game of respect that was tossed around in the School. People like me and Lucy – nerds – weren't respected. It was okay to shove us around if we as much as made a sound when a cool group made their way past us. It was okay to laugh at us, because we weren't likely to stand up for ourselves..

She was more of a typical nerd; glasses, normal clothes and a geeky smile. I was the wannabe cool girl who really wasn't. I smiled at my thoughts. If they only knew me they wouldn't think that I was trying to be cool. I was being myself.

After School, me and Lucy went to the mall.
It took Lucy a lot of effort to get me there. She begged and whined all day for me to go with her. Yeah right, she isn't the desperate one....
So we looked around in shops and she tried out clothes. She bought a pink bra and something else she didn't want to show me. I decided that I didn't even want to know what that was. Ugh.

After two hours of complete boredom, I managed to sneak her into a CD-store. Lucy claimed that she didn't listen to music. It kind off surprised me, because I thought that everyone lived and breathed for music, for some reason. Not that everyone listened to the same sort off music, but at least something?
I looked around in the store and found a Bouncing Souls album I didn't have. I really liked those guys, so I bought it. As I looked around for other CD's I didn't have yet, I accidentally bumped in to someone.

“Oh, sorry”, I mumbled without looking up.

“It's okay”, the male voice answered.

I looked up to meet a pair of green eyes. I had to blink twice to believe what I was seeing.

He was, to say the least, gorgeous. His hair was dyed blond (it looked kind off yellow) and his smile was so cute. He was wearing a Sex Pistols-shirt and a pair of black skinnies.
I loved his look, and I loved his voice. He had only said two words to me, but I recognized his voice from somewhere. I couldn't figure out where from, and I didn't have the guts to ask, but I would find out. I had to talk to him someday.

My thoughts didn't leave his perfect appearance for a second that night.
I was at Lucy's place for a while, because I didn't want to face dad, and she was dying to have me over at her place.

She had a nice room, actually. The walls where white and had some black and white paintings on them, her bedspread was black and her pillows were white. Her whole room shifted in black and white, and I really liked it.

“I decorated it myself”, she said. “I love designing rooms.”
I nodded and smiled genuinely.
“I like it.”
“You do?” She looked very excited. “Thanks! I think I want to work with things like this in the future.”
She was talented. I couldn't help but feel jealous.

As we chatted a little, sitting on her bed, I still thought about that guy in the store. He was obviously in to the same music as me. Why couldn't I talk to people? I could've just said 'nice shirt, I like those too' or something. That'd be so cool. And he would've answered 'thanks, yeah they're awesome' and then I'd ask him which songs he liked the most.
How hard could it be to have a normal conversation with someone you hadn't met before? After all, strangers were friends that you'd never met.

“Sarah?” Lucy waved her hand in front of my face. “Are you here?”

“Um, yeah, I was just thinking”, I replied.

“You were thinking about Mike, weren't you?” she teased.

“No”, I spat.

I hadn't been thinking about Mike for a long time. He was the one who was possibly interested in me, and here I went thinking about someone I had never really talked to.
Or had I?
I could swear I had heard his voice before.

Suddenly something black and small jumped up on the bed.

“Aw, Jose!” Lucy exclaimed and hugged the cat.

My instinct told me to back off. I had always been scared of cats. They looked so... evil. Yeah, I was sure that they had some sort of plan in their minds. I couldn't even think they were cute, just mysterious.
They weren't like dogs. Dogs hadn't really any free will, they just did what their master told them to. But cats, they did what they wanted to.
Maybe I should like cats more because of that, but I didn't.

“Say hello to Sarah, Jose”, Lucy giggled and the cat looked up on me as she let him go.

I let him smell my hand before he stroke himself towards it. I still didn't trust the cat, but he seemed kind off nice.

“I've had him for two years now”, Lucy told me. “He's awesome.”

“Why is his name Jose?” I couldn't help but let out a little giggle.

No, I'm not girly at all...

“It sounds kind off weird”, she admitted. “But it's because I got him at the same time my grandfather died. His name was Jose.”

“Oh, I'm sorry”, I apologized.

“Don't worry”, she said. “I'm over it. And after all, he's still with us, somehow.”

I smiled at that.
I was beginning to kind off like Lucy, after all.