The Broken Piano by PianoForTay (top romance novels .TXT) 📖

was casting it's lunar beams down on us. The beams made his skin look flawless, iridescent. His eyes were beyond ravishing when he looked up to meet my gaze. I studied his jaw line, hard and masculine. Breaking my gaze away from his, I asked him a question.
"How do you know they liked me?"
He seemed to ponder this for just a moment and then said, "Well for one, they laughed a lot more when you were here," then sarcastically he added, "Oh and the fact that when you were cleaning up the table and we were in the kitchen my mom pulled me aside and said, 'I like that girl.'"
I laughed. "Okay then. Well, thank you so much for inviting me over. I had a really great time and your parents are amazing."
"Well thank you," he smiled. He rubbed his chin and then looked up at the moon. I looked at him again, his long neck and shaggy brown hair. Oh goodness, please don't tell me I'm falling for this guy. Please no. I just keep waiting for him to actually look at me and realize who I am, to run away.
"So you had a good time?"
"Are you kidding? I had the best time I've ever had. I got to feel like I was in a family!" I blurted that out before I could stop myself. I quickly looked down.
He stayed silent, looking back at the trail like I did. We kept walking on until the woods ended into the big, open field. We walked towards a lone tree. Just out in the open, so lonely. I decided that I loved that tree.
We got to the tree and sat down side by side with our backs against the wide tree trunk. We watched the grass billowing in the breeze. I looked at Josh playing with some grass in his hands. He had on his Levi jeans and a long, faded blue fitted shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. The fitted shirt definitely fitted him, very, very well. I had to stop myself. I barely just met this guy. I can't have my heart broken if I fall for him. I can't. I have enough crap to deal with at school.
I leaned my head back against the tree trunk and closed my eyes. Listining to the whispers of the wind and the billows of the grass. Letting the moonlight drench me. It was silent, but not so much as an awkward silence. It was a soothing, comfortable silence. Like our bodies and presences were getting to know each other. I'm glad we came out here. Especially with him, he helped me get away from hard things. He made me laugh and helped my mind ease. I am so thankful I met him.
After a bit I opened my eyes. I looked over at him to find him already looking at me. My breathing stopped and my heart hammered chaotically in my chest. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his, and right then, I knew I had fallen for him. I am so screwed.
Yet I couldn't help myself. He was utterly irresistible. Suddenly, he started to lean over. My eyes instantly closed and I felt the pressure of his sweet lips on mine. The scent of his sweet breath washed over me. His soft, full lips against mine. I never realized how much I had wanted this until now. I let myself fall completely headfirst, for him.
After a bit, we pulled away but kept our foreheads touching. He grabbed my hand.
"I've been wanting to do that since I first saw you," he batted his long eyelashes again, making me hold my breath.
I pulled my forehead away. "Why me?" I asked.
"What do you mean 'why you?'" he looked sincerely confused.
"Surely you've heard things about me at school."
He hesitated. He looked down at the grass and suddenly I got angry.
"Answer me! It's fine if you think they're true! Like I care, I've never cared before have I?" He opened his mouth to answer but I answered myself, "No!"
I whipped my hand away from his and turned away. I knew he heard the rumors. He would believe them like everyone else.
I felt his hand touch my back. "I never said I believed them. I'm not like them. Hey, look at me."
Slowly, I turned towards him and he swiped at a tear I didn't even know I had shed. He took my hand again. "I heard only some of the rumors but I know they're not true."
"Why me, though? Why me the freak? The one who has so many rumors circulating about them?" I asked. It's just unbelievable that such a glorious person could like me.
"Why you? Well for one, I wanted to get to know you. Even when I heard the rumors, because you know people. They'll just judge if they see something they don't like. Two, your gorgeous. I love that you're gorgeous and you don't even know it. Three, you're smart, funny, and as sweet as can be. I'm glad I got to know you.
"I know for sure that you're not a slut, you've never gotten pregnant, you don't smoke meth, and you've never gone to jail. I don't know why these people make up this crap but they obviously can't see what's underneath the outside of you. You're beautiful on the inside too."
I knew that he was being nice because there are much worse rumors than that. Still though, I almost dropped dead right there. He just called me gorgeous AND beautiful! Oh man, oh man. I've never heard anyone deny the rumors. Ever. They always choose to believe that it's true and go with the flow. I couldn't say anything, just stare into his eyes. The eyes I could never forget now.
"So, you need a ride home?"
I smiled. Yes. Yes I needed a ride home.
Chapter 5
I got home at nine and practically floated to my room. My mom was already asleep and surely wouldn't care that I was home or not. Then again her words that she haad said to me earlier, 'I do love you, you know,' were stuck in my head. Making me have second thoughts about her not caring about me. Maybe she did after all.
I shook my head, clearing everything so I could focus on what had happened this night. I touched my lips, imagining the pressure of his against mine. It felt wonderful. My first kiss ever, age fifteen.
I suddenly felt this wave of laughter come over me and I had to use a pillow to stifle the rest of the laughs. I didn't want to wake my mom.
Finally after the longest time of pondering that night, I fell asleep. The most peaceful and beautiful sleep I'd ever had.

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I woke up the next day, completely ready to go to school. Crazy excited. It was friday and I was ready for the weekend, as well as Josh.
After breakfast, I put on a black shirt with the band "My Chemical Romance" on it and then my piano jacket. Then I put on my best jeans and fixed my hair down again. This time I scrunched it just right, so it had a hint of wave to it.
I had thirty minutes to play piano. This is my best time yet!
I raced out of my room and across the hall towards the piano room. Downstairs my mom called out to me.
"Stop running around up there. This house isn't exactly "up to date" you know."
I didn't respond to her. I usually hate anything that comes out of her mouth.
I open the door to the piano room and see the glorious, most magnificent piano there. My black, grand piano. Slowly I walked towards it. My most prized possession. I run my fingers over the black and white keys. The morning light danced through the two windows, which were side by side. I sat down on the bench. I loved what came next.
The gorgeous sounds it made were incredible when they echoed in this empty room. Nothing but the piano, me, and a bookcase. My hands started to move. I played my favorite song, "Nuvole Bianche" by Ludovico Enaudi. I closed my eyes as my hands took control and I went to my special place. The sounds echoed grandly throughout the whole room and, I could tell, the house.
When that song came to and end, I played my next favorite song. "Sur le Fil" by Yann Tiersen. Just simply beautiful. It ended and I looked at my watch. Oh gosh, I really hope I didn't miss this bus!
I ran downstairs, even though I was told not to run, and saw that my bus was waiting for all the kids to load on the bus stop. I heard my mom cackle on the couch, "Oh yeah, your bus is here."
I was furious but I wouldn't let it show. "Thank you mom. I'm going to go now. I love you even though you don't love me." I just knew that would bug her. She didn't want me to think that she hated me, I knew that now, because she actually doesn't. I smiled to myself but that was quickly gone when I heard a frustrated small scream come from her. I stopped in mid-step and looked back at her.
"I'M TRYING MY BEST!"
Oh she wants to argue about this huh? Alright. "Mom, no, you haven't. Ever since I got old enough to handle the truth you mope around all day and when you're not moping you're either drinking or sleeping. You think that's a good mom? Do you ever clean? NO! I do all the cleaning! Do you cook me dinner? NO! Do you help me with my problems? NO! You call me ugly and make fun of me just like the kids at school! You're mean to me just like them! Sometimes, I have to force myself to make myself love you because sometimes you just make it so impossible. You should see Josh's mom! She loves me and took care of me and she is always smiling and full of heart! She's beautiful on the inside and out because she actually has a heart and knows how to use it! You're never like that! You hurt me everyday and don't even care!" I am breathing hard after this rant, finally getting only half of the things I had wanted to say out.
She just stares at me. Then, the only thing she says is, "No one ever said you had to clean the house."
I scoff. Unbelievable. "Well, I guess I won't be cleaning the house anymore."