Being Bad

Chapter 35: It's Not A Party Without Any Drama

"Why couldn't you wait until tonight?" He laughs, most likely thinking that I'm stupid for making a special trip over to him.

"Okay, quite frankly, I couldn't wait. It took me so long to find a present for you that was perfect, and not something you would appreciate for five seconds and throw it in the trash. But when I saw it, it screamed Andrew, so I got it."

"I can open this now, right?" He seemed eager, and I enjoyed this side of him. I give him the nod to go ahead and dive right in, which he did.

He slide of the bow in one swift move, before opening the white box, and slipping the lid under the bottom. He takes the gift ever so carefully, and lifts it off the cushioned bed it was mounted on, and let it dangle in the air.

It was a golden keychain, with an acoustic guitar on it. When I saw it at one of the small decor places downtown, it shimmered in the window, almost as a calling. I knew it was the perfect gift for him, so I raced to the cashier before anyone else had the chance to grab it.

And the look on his face, was the most exciting part. He was in awe, completely. He jaw was practically on the floor, and I smiled sheepishly at his reaction. He loved it, I knew it.

"A guitar keychain? That's so cool." He twists it around on a full 360 to see it more.

"Alright, there's more. Turn it around." I instructed and he turned to around.

"Life is the song, Friendship is the melody, and Love is the lyrics." He reads out loud, and I mentally pat myself on the back for that deep quote.

"Cool, right? I told the lady to carve it on the back. It was one of my favorite quotes when I went to my first concert: Billy Joel. He told us to never forget that, and then started to play. It was the best experiences ever. I thought that this quote could apply to your life, that you should appreciate the gift you have when you make music with your guitar. I always admired it, and you should too." He gives me a smile, and I could tell he was grateful for the extra thought in his small, but meaningful gift.

"You're right, I do have a gift. If it wasn't for Brendan, I would just be a broody bad boy, without the music." He jokes, and I am left bewildered.

"Wait, who's Brendan?"

"It's not a person, it's my guitar." He says with a straight face. Is he kidding?

"You named your guitar?"

"There's nothing wrong with naming your instrument. It's like naming a car." He tried reasoning with me, but I wouldn't budge. It's just weird.

"You're weird." I nudged his shoulder.

"No, I'm hot. You're the one who's weird." He nudges my shoulder right back. "Thanks for the gift, Lia. I like it a lot."

"You're welcome."

***

"Can I see the first one yet?" Megan called from outside the dressing room curtain. I called her a couple hours ago and asked her if she wanted to help me pick out a dress for an event I'm going to.

'Event'.

I picked out three options that the lady gave me her wisdom on. She knew the dresses backhand, and what dress would match with what body type. She seemed like an expert, so I decided to trust her.