Everything She Had by Chalen D. (best fiction books to read .txt) 📖

never showed anyone though."
"why not?"
"the same reason, you won't."
duh, mental head slap.
"but i'll tell, you something i didn't tell him. you can do it. so what if it doesn't mean anything to people. it means something to you."
"your right, but i don't think i can do it."
"you will when your ready."
i finished my dinner took a shower and went to bed. "and the way you shine darlin' has truly amazed me." i sang as i made my bed.
"your good." jojo said, walking by the door.
"hey!" i objected.
"kepping that voice a secret is a crime!" she jogged down the stairs.
i changed into shorts and a t-shirt and grabbed my ipod.
"i'm going jogging!" i called. "be back, by 11, i want you to come to work with me." she said.
"um ok." i said, shoving my ear phone in.
after my jog, i took a shower, grabbed an orange and we jumped into the car. "i think it's cool you own a restaraunt."
"me too." she said, hugging me to her side.
"i'm sorry i really am." a kid said. he had an empty tray. "i'm so clumsy are you ok?"
"i'm good. don't worry so much." i said, offering my best smile.
he smiled back, wipped his hand on his black apron and held his hand out to me.
"i'm jordan."
"kyllie." i said, shaking his hand.
"see you around."
"yeah."
"jordan!" someone yelled.
"i'm on it!" he smiled and left. the next morning the bell rang.
"kyllie can you get that?" jojo asked. "shoot." i said, wiping up the smothie i spilled.
"yeah."
"hey." i said, as i opened the door to jordan. he smiled. "hey. i came by to give this to jojo."
"yeah, sure come on in. jojo, jordans here."
she came to us taking the box that jordan had. "thanks." she said, going into the livingroom.
"kyllie, do you wanna grab something to eat?" he asked.
"or i could make sand witches and we can eat them on the beach."
"works for me."
he followed me into the kitchen. "here." i said, giving the extra smoothie.
"did you make this?"
"yeah, it's called berry berry sweet," i said, making the sand witches.
"it's really good."
"thanks."
i put the sand witches in bags, and handded them to him. i picked up my smoothie and grabbed a blanket. "got it?" he asked. "uh huh." i said. we went to the beach.
"so your jojo's niece?"
"yeah."
"thats cool. your dad used to baby sit my older brother."
i nodded.
"he inspired him to become a wrighter. how is he?"
"not to good. he died last week."
"oh god kyllie, i'm sorry."
"no it's okay." i said, offering my smile.
"see with the whole clumsy thing?"
i laughed.
"i'm going to wright a song about you."
"your a wrighter too?"
"and a singer, and i play music."
" can i hear the song?"
"no way."
"that's no fair, it's about me."
"i can't."
"sure you can." he said, smiling.
i shook my head no.
"you scared?"
"i don't even know why i told you."
"because it's important to you, and you love it, i can see, it. your not scared."
"no. it's just i want my music to mean something to people and it can't if i'm not the best at it."
"but it will make a difference to me cause it's about me."
"we'll see."
he laughed.
"i'll take that."
the next day i found him washing tables.
"i finished the song." i said, sitting on a table.
"can i hear it?"
"i don't know."
he looked at me.
"alright fine." i said, jumping off of the table.
"come by my place affter work." i said, leaving.
"kyllie?"
i turned to him.
"i bet it rocks."
i smile-nodded and left.
at five o'clock jordan was sitting on my bed and i was behind the key board.
"i'm sorry."
"at least let me hear a little. can you do that?"
"a little. ok."
i began to play.
"i meat you as a clumsy kinda kid i only wish that you could see what i see. you made me laugh and believe in the hope friendship again. i know if you try you'll see the you that i see. i only hope that one day."
i let my hands sag and the keys moaned in protest.
"i'm sorry."
"i want to take you to see some one." "who?"
"come on i think it will help you."
he took my hand and led me to his car.
"a bar?" i asked.
"come on," he said.
i followed him into the bar, and through a door, where a guy sat.
"yo, little jordan!" he said, standing. "hey cam." jordan said.
they hugged.
"this is my friend. i'll be back." he said, leaving.
"so you into music?" cam asked. i nodded.
"wanna here me play?"
"sure."
he got a guitar and played.
"the guy i learned from didn't want people listening to him, so i'm kinda doing it for him."
" how do you do it?"
"i think of an old friend, and do it for him. it's what he'd want right?"
"i geuss."
"let me guess, your kyllie?"
"yeah."
"your dad, taught me everything i know."
"he did?"
"oh yeah, your dad's the shit. how is he?"
"he um." I stopped looking up at cam's smile. "he died."
"oh god."
he put down his guitar. even though he didn't know me he pulled me into a hug.
"man that sucks."
"i know."
we pulled apart.
"you play?"
"key board."
"could you sub for me?"
"yeah sure."
"your not affraid?"
"it's not my music."
he nodded. he got up and gave me some papers.
"thoughs are the songs. come on, you're going to be grate."
he slung a arm around my shoulder and led me to the stage. as i walked to the key board, jordan picked up a guitar. he smiled, akwardly and then slung the strap over his shoulers. "how's everyone tonight!" cam yelled. the crowd screamed.
"as you no gabby and josh, aren't here. my little brother jordan will take josh's place"- jordan was a natural on the stage he raised his hand and the crowd screamed.- "and the girl in gabby's place is very special to me. she's the daughter of the man that taught me everything i know. ladies and gentalmen, kyllie williams!" cam said.
everyone yelled even louder as i waved.
" let's get started!"
jordans guitar screached to life with the opening notes.
"man what a rush! no wonder you love what you do!" i said.
"you could do it to. your dad told me if your music makes you happy, then fuck everyone else." cam said, patting my shoulder.
i hugged him.
"thanks cam." i said.
"anytime kid." he said, with a smile. "jj, wait up dude, you owe me pizza!" he yelled, chatching up with the drummer. "wait up!" the bass player called. "well hurry up luke!" jj yelled.
i hugged jordan. "thank you." i said. "sure." he said, hugging me tighter. affter jordan went home i sat down for dinner with jojo and told her what cam said.
"well then?" she probed.
"my dad didn't want people to hear his, music so what leads me to believe that he would want me to have my music heard?"
"nothing."
"exactly." i said, pointing my fork at her.
"damn."
"jojo."
"what?" she asked with a shrug.
she took a drink of her milk.
"i played and sang for jordan."
her milk almost reached my food went she spit it everywhere.
"oh gross!" i protested.
"you played? how did it make you feel?"
"completly out of my elaments, and absoultly retarted."
"what did he say?"
"Nothing, he told me he wanted me to meet someone and showed me cam. i didn't even play a whole song, i chickened out at the third or fourth verse."
"thats a start."
"a shity start."
"sorry." i said, glancing up at her then going back to my plate.
"what do you think about cam?" "he's epic. he truly is a work of art." "then maybe.." she started.
"maybe what?"
"maybe, and i'm going out on a limb here, maybe you could do it for him. do it for the people that don't have a chance to do it, and would love to."
"i hate to admit it jojo. but your right."
she smiled.
"but i need to practice."
she exhaled.
"will you be my one woman audiance?"
"i would love nothing better." "perfect."
"oh would you stop stalling and play for me?" she asked, excitedly the next morning.
"alright alright."
"k ready?" i asked.
"yep."
"let's hope i am too." i played.
"the first time i saw you i knew you where somethin' different and cool. you looked at me and i knew we could be something so great that i kinda shy'd away. i'm a little strange and the way you shine darlin' has truly amazed me. i can't help thinkin' that we'd be perfect, but i keep you at a distance cause i've been hurt before." i sang. she clapped as i played the key board. "and now that you're lookin' my way, darlin' my head starts spinin' and i get thoes stupid butterflies, once you start walkin' my way. as we meat you touch my hand i feel almost as if i have mealted. i know that we'd be perfect, only if i could let you in, but somethin' says to be carefull, around pretty little boys like you. oh darlin' like you." i sang. "holy crap your good." she said. i smiled and ended the song, and then stood.
"i did it jojo!" i said, excitedly.
she jumped up and we hugged.
"i knew you could, and you sound really good!"
"even though i wrote that song when i was 12 i still played for someone."
i'm so proud of you!"
"i have to call jordan."
i went to the kitchen.
"hey kyllie."
"hey is uh you're brother home?" "cam!" he called.
there was static noise and he came on. "'ello?"
"it's kyllie."
"hey kid."
"i did it."
"no shit!"
"yeah, and it felt great!"
"so you think you can play for me?" "let me wright a new song."
"well shit, kid, that's what i like to hear,