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Okay so, I decided that I needed to update this. I feel really bad when I go a long time without updating. I mean, it's only been like- what?- a week? Idk, maybe less than a week, but I haven't been keeping up with the date. I've been really busy with stuffs. Anyway, I really hope y'all enjoy this chapter, short as it may be.

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My grandma let me borrow her car to drive to Jacob's today. She trusted me enough, I guess. I made my way to the front door of the small house and knocked. I heard someone say, "Yes?" So I peaked my head into the door and saw Billy sitting in a chair, watching television.

"Is Jacob here?" I asked shyly.

"He's in the garage. You can go on back." Billy smiled at me. I really liked that man... He seemed really nice.

"Thanks, Billy." I waved goodbye and made me way around the back of the house. I heard metal banging against metal and I when I reached the garage, I saw Jacob's lower body peaking out from under a car. "Hi, Jacob." I called out.

He must have hit his head, because I heard a loud thump and he muttered, "Damn." He slid out from under the car, holding his hand to his head.

I rushed over to him, "Are you okay?" I asked, kneeling beside him, trying to pry his hand off of his forehead.

He waved my hand away and chuckled, "I'm fine. I can't believe you sneaked up on me like that. No one has been able to do that in a long time." He laughed and took his hand off his head. It looked merely bruised, but there was blood on his hand.

"How did that happen?" I asked, looking from his hand to his head.

"Feh." he flicked his hand in the air, "I heal fast," he shrugged.

"That's pretty damn fast." I said, bewildered. He just chuckled and got up and wiped his hand off. Something caught my eye in the corner of the garage and I gasped. It was a Fender CD-60 Dreadnought acoustic guitar. "Do you play guitar?" he looked at me confusedly, shook his head, and followed my gaze to the guitar.

"Oh that's my dad's. He's probably forgotten it was out here," he went and got it and brought it to me.

"This is a good guitar." I said, plucking the strings. "But it's horribly out of tune," I wrinkled my nose at the sour notes the strings produced. He watched me as I tuned the guitar and started to play it. I was playing Pinball Wizard by The Who, and I had forgotten Jacob was in the room, so I started singing along.

"Ever since I was a young boy I played the silver ball..." I don't know what it is, but when I'm playing guitar, everything just goes away, and I get this weird feeling. Kind of like when I look at Jacob.

"He stands like a statue becomes part of the machine..." Jacob started singing. I nearly jumped out of my skin, but I kept playing, because he had an amazing voice. It was so unique. "He's a pinbal wizard there has to be a twist..." He looked at me as he sang and I couldn't tell if the wweird feeling was coming from him looking at me or from playing the guitar. He continued singing until the song was over.

"You sing wonderfully." I smiled at him.

He smiled back, "You play wonderfully."

I waved my hand in the air and dismissed his compliment, "Nah. It was just a few chords."

"Yeah, but they looked really hard to play." he chuckled.

I giggled and walked up to him, "Well that's because they are hard to play." I handed him the guitar. "So, when are we going to ride the bikes?" I ran a hand over the yellow one.

His eyes shifted about the room and he gulped audibly, "Well, um, I figured we could just forget about that today and hang around here. You could play some more songs." He held out the guitar toward me. I took it and wondered about his strange behavior.

"Uh, okay." I said and sat down in a chair nearby. He flashed me a crooked grin and his strange behavior was suddenly forgotten and replaced by the weird feeling I always got when he looked at me. "So what do you want me to play?"

"Anything." He rolled back under the car.

"Mmmmkay." I started playing Gunpowder and Lead by Miranda Lambert. I didn't normally like country, but this song was really badass.

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Alrighty. There ya go... I apologize, once again, for the short length. But please review!! I'll love y'all forever :)