Little Bird

Storm Rogers, a 18 year old Basket ball player, never believed in love at first sight until he saw her, siting up in a tree, brown hair cascading down her shoulders and a guitar balanced in her lap.


2. A Fork in a Blender



I read the note over and over, letting my brain fully process it. "Y-your mute?" I ask, my voice barely loud enough to be a whisper. Jasmine nodded to my question, obviously hearing me and smiled gently to me, showing that it was okay. At that moment I then realized that she didn't know my name. 'what kind of gentleman doesn't introduce themselves''  I scolded myself in my thoughts. "My name is Storm. I know it's a silly name" I said glancing down at the ground below us. I hadn't noticed until now how high we where, but I wasn't fazed since heights wasn't one of my fears. When I looked back up to her Jasmine had written a new note and was holding it out with a bright smile. As I read it over a smile returned to my face. It read:
'I think Storm is a beautiful name. It sounds gentle and fierce at the same time.'
I chuckled and shook my head slightly as I said a simple, 'thanks". I couldn't help but notice the way she wrote. How she would dot her eyes with flowers and swirl her L's like you would while writing cursive. Her A's looked like the way they do on the computer, like a backwards 6. I drop my eyes down to the guitar on her lap. The sheen of the wood gleamed as the sun hit it. I looked up at Jasmine, down to the guitar then back to her basically asking with my eyes if I could use it. A silent laugh escaped her mouth in puffs of hair as she passed the sixed-stringed wooden instrument to me. I wrapped my left hand around the neck and my right arm around the base. I thought for a moment then strummed gently, messily moving my fingers cord to cord. It had been awhile since I played a guitar and I was obviously doing a bad job. I laughed and stopped the horrid noise I was making and handed it back to it's respective owner. "play something" I cooed softly to her, dieing to hear what songs she knew. Her smile faded and she shook her head mouthing no. "come on" I urged her on. After a few minutes of failing at persuading her I thought popped into my head. "Play a song and If I know it I'll sing it" I said to her. A saw a gleam catch in her eyes and her dazzling smile returned. As Jasmine nodded her head she picked her guitar up and held it properly; I noted that she was in fact left handed. As she started to play, I recognized the song right away. How to Save a Life by The Fray.
I waited a few moments before opening my mouth and letting my words flow out in the melodic tone that is singing.
"Step one, you say we need to talk. He walks, you say 'sit down it's just a talk'. He smiles politely back at you. You stare politely right on through."
She glanced up at me and continued to play. I couldn't understand why me singing made her smile. I sounded like a cat being strangled. Maybe the pretty girl in front of my was laughing at my horrible attempt at singing. Yeah that's it.
"Some sort of window to your right, as he goes left and you stay right. Between the lines of fear and blame. And you begin to wonder why you came"
Even though she was laughing at my fail attempt I kept going, probably because this was my favourite song.
"Where did I go wrong I lost a friend. Somewhere along in the bitterness. Would I stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life"
At this point the beautiful brunette in front of me had laid back against the tree trunk and closed her eyes, still playing the song perfectly. I guessed being mute didn't effect how you play instruments right?
"Let him know that you know best, cause after all you do know best. Try to slip past his defense, without granting innocence"
I glanced up at the blue sky as a bird flew down and landed on a branch above us. I must have sounded so bad that it thought I was a dieing bug or something.
"Lay down a list of what is wrong; the things you've told him all along, and pray to God, he hears you. And I pray to God, he hears you"
I glanced back at her watching her long fingers dance across the strings delicately. I looked up at her face. She looked like a china doll; how the sun shined on her making her look like porcelain.
"Where did I go wrong I lost a friend. Somewhere along in the bitterness. Would I stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life"
I looked away when she opened her eyes again, glancing at me. I felt her blue eyes scan me. She was judging me. Noting that I was just a sweaty jerk who sounded the equivalent to a fork in a blender.
"As he begins to raise his voice you lower yours and grant him one last choice. Drive until you lose the road or break with the ones you've followed"
When I looked back at her I noticed that she was staring up in the trees, a look of amusement on her face. I looked up as well and almost stopped singing when I saw about 4 or 5 birds siting on the branches, listening to me. Why were they attracted to me?
"He will do one of two things; He will admit to everything or he'll say he's just not the same. And you'll begin to wonder why you came"
I brushed it off as a fluke and closed my eyes, getting lost in the song and letting it take me away. I sound like a girl right now.
"Where did I go wrong I lost a friend. Somewhere along in the bitterness. Would I stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life"
I imagined myself on a stage singing in front of thousands. That would never happen, for two reasons: one- I can't sing. Two- I want to be a professional basketball player. Right?
"Where did I go wrong I lost a friend. Somewhere along in the bitterness. Would I stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life"
Well, everyone expected me to become one since I was the MVP and such. But did I really want to live my life like that? I never really thought about this before and I guess I should have.
"How to save a life"
Storm Rogers, professional basketball player.
"How to save a life"
Storm Rogers, famous singer.
"Where did I go wrong I lost a friend. Somewhere along in the bitterness. Would I stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life"
I hardly even noticed that I was still singing at this point. I just let my self go and fall into the stream of music, letting the currents take me.
"Where did I go wrong I lost a friend. Somewhere along in the bitterness. Would I stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life"
I was still floating down that river as I singed the chorus and I didn't want to step out of the stream.
"How to Save a Life"
And with that my eyes snapped open and I smiled at the voiceless girl. "Sorry Jasmine, I sound bad don't I?" I asked her, already knowing the answer.
She grabbed the pad and scribbled something down neatly before handing it to me.
    'No way! You sounded beautiful! Are you a singer or something? Oh and call me Jazz'
I smiled at her nickname. Jazz. Cute. I eyes then snap back to the question "I'm actually a basketball player" I answered. 'great. Might as well take a stamp to your forehead that says-I'm a big jerkface joke who is as shallow as a kiddy pool!-. Jazz grabbed back her notepad and nodded to me.
We stayed up in the tree for awhile and talked; well I talked she wrote. What did we talk about? Everything. I learned things about her and vise-versa. About an hour or two later I glanced down at my watch, only then noticing how late it was getting to be. "Oh I'm sorry but I've got to go. See you around" I said and as I moved to climb down, Jasmine slipped something into my pocket. I gave her a puzzled look but he only smiled and waved to me.
As I walked home I went over the things she told me.
She had no middle name.
Chinchillas are her favorite animal. Opossums are her second.
She was born mute.
Her favorite colour is blue.
She has only older siblings.
She has two cats and a fish.
Thing like that, nothing to personal.
I soon got home. I grabbed my keys from the string around my neck and unlocked the front door, swinging it open. I glanced around and at the shoes at the front door to see who was home. I saw a pair of old worn out off-white sneakers indicating that my older brother John was here. John was 21 but wasn't in university or anything, since he failed high school and refused to go back. I walked through the hallway and up the staircase, heading towards my room. I now stood in front of a
Dark gray door with a black wooden 'S' hung in the middle of it. I twisted the knob and stepped into my own personal space, the familiar scent of swear and axe greeted me. Once my door was closed, and locked to keep out my annoying brother, I slipped off my sweater and dropped it onto the ground. As it hit the ground I heard a crinkling noise and I instantly remembered, 'the note'. I literally almost dived for it, throwing my sweater up, catching it and slipping the tiny piece of paper up. How did I forget? Not sure. Anyways, I started to unfold the note wondering what it said.
I had her number on it a simple note saying: "Text me~Jazz". My expression brightened and I flipped open my phone, typing in the number quickly and sent a text. When she replied I smiled wider, my face almost ripping into when I did so. Me: Hey Jazz, It's Storm! Jazz♥: Hey Stormie! Me: What are you doing? I was one of those people who wrote properly while texting, not sure why. Jazz♥: Ntm   Are conversation went on like that, nothing to exciting. Soon, I had been called down for dinner so I said my goodbyes and went down stairs to the Kitchen. I believe that the smile I had was permanently etched into my face.

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