cannot deny,
That I’m spellbound by you, you, you.
She found the right key and played it over and over again until she was satisfied with it. She wrote it in her book, committing it in pencil only.
Sometimes it took her only minutes to write a song, other times days or even months to find the right words. When they were particularly special to her, it would take longer because she would insist on perfection. It wasn’t like she had to rush.
You look my way and it’s hard to hide,
When I’m suddenly breathless, laid bare by your smile,
It’s like everyone else has just disappeared,
And it’s only me and it’s only you.
It wasn’t long before Kaley was lost in her music. She didn’t notice the throbbing in her leg or the front door open when her mother arrived home. All she could hear were the chords and all she could see was her music sheet lying on the bed in front of her. It was all she needed.
I stand to cross the room so I can be by your side,
My heart is pounding I don’t know if I’ll survive,
And then you reach out your hand,
And you hold me so tight,
In that moment, I know I’ll be alright.
“Hello, honey, how was your day?” Georgie stuck her head in the doorway, not bothering to knock.
“Fine.” She quickly closed her songbook, keeping it away from prying eyes. And there were none more prying than her mothers.
“I have a missed call from your school on my phone, do you know anything about that?”
“I took a hockey puck in the leg. It was Miss Adele calling to come and pick me up.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. How did you get home?”
“Dad picked me up.”
“Oh. Is it bad?” Her face was already crinkled in anticipation of it being nasty.
Kaley held up her guitar to reveal the swollen leg and the bruise that was starting to turn a pretty shade of blue. “It looks worse than it really is.”
“Do you want anything for it? Some ice or something?”
“I’m fine.”
“I’ll get you some ice.” Without waiting for any more protests, Georgie left. Kaley waited patiently for her to return, knowing there was nothing she could say to sway her.
She was only getting the ice out of guilt for not picking her up from school. She let her go through the motions, it would get her out of there faster.
“Here you go.” Georgie returned with an ice pack and gently laid it on her leg.
“Thanks.” Kaley wouldn’t admit it, but it did feel good on her burning leg. Come to think of it, Miss Adele had told her to ice it. She should have thought of it herself when she got home. If only she wasn’t consumed by Eli and that damn song.
“I’m going to start dinner, call me if you want anything.”
Kaley closed the door again, making sure she couldn’t be overheard. She started the song from the top and went again. The next lines were on the tip of her tongue, but she just couldn’t quite spit them out.
The music was coming with no problems, she had the melody down in her songbook. But the lyrics were causing trouble, she needed to find the right words to describe how she was feeling. At the moment it was frustration, but that wasn’t how she felt about Eli. She felt much better things about him.
This magic we have, this thing that we share,
It’s unique to us, but only if we dare.
A noise distracted her, an insistent tapping sound. She looked at the window, recognizing the pattern. Her next door neighbor was throwing small pebbles at her window, trying to get her attention. She stood and opened the pane.
“Hi, Harvey.”
“I heard you got hurt today, are you alright?”
“Yeah, just a bruise. Miss Adele said I’ll live.”
“Great.”
Kaley smiled, feeling awkward standing in the window. Her bedroom faced the bedroom of Harvey Walker, it had done for eight years – ever since she had moved in.
He was sixteen years old too, they went to the same school and had most of their classes together. They had been walking to and from school