Ever since Austin had left my room, the Boy has stayed with me. He kept trying to talk to me, but I didn't answer.
"Your room is pretty clean... And plain..."
I glared at him.
"There's no posters or anything... It's just a plain white wall." He complained.
"I like it that way." I said annoyed.
He jumped up and down excitedly. "You talked to me!" He yelled.
I stared at him, trying not to laugh.
He sat down on the bed across from me. "Why are you so quiet?"
I didn't answer for a few seconds. "I don't like being heard."
He nodded slowly and looked around my room again. "Is that a guitar?" He pointed to my guitar that was hidden by my half closed closet.
I nodded and looked away.
"Can I see it?" He asked cautiously.
I nodded, still not looking.
He got up and opened my closet and picked it up. He started playing a little riff before realizing how out of tune it was. "Whoa." He said as he tuned it. Once he was done he played a chord and seemed satisfied with the sound. "Have you not played in a while?"
I shook my head, staring at the wall.
He sat back down on the bed and started playing a song for me. He began singing with it, and I realized how beautiful his voice was.
"Wow." I whispered, thinking he couldn't hear me over his playing.
He looked up at me but kept playing. "What?" He asked.
I cleared my throat. "You just sound really good..." I blushed.
He smiled and started to blush, too. "Thanks..."
He continued singing and playing until Miranda called to us. "Logan, Madison, Austin! Diner is ready!"
Logan got extremely excited. "Food?!" He set my guitar down and ran out of my room. I tried not to laugh. I walked into the kitchen, hiding my smile. I got my plate and made my food, sitting in my usual spot. Logan, not even asking, took Blake's spot right next to me. Blake didn't say anything and took the chair that was usually an extra.
We all sat down and began eating. Like usual, I only ate a couple of bites and got full.
The chatter around the table began as I silently sat, minding my own business. Everyone asked Logan questions and he happily answered them. From what he told us he went to a school half an hour away, and it was a private school. He was seventeen, the same age as me, and he loved comic books and sci-fi.
He looked at me for a while. "Madison, why are you so quiet?"
I only stared at my food and shrugged my shoulders. I got up and threw the rest of my food away and put my plate in the sink. I walked into my room and closed the door.
I sat against it, wanting to hear what they were talking about. They were whispering. "Why is she so quiet?" Logan asked.
Blake knew me best, so he explained the story. "A year ago her mom was teaching her how to drive and a drunk driver crashed into them. It wasn't her fault, but Madison sees it that way. Her mom got hurt way more than she did. She was in a comma for a week. And when she came out of it, she was only alive for a couple days, three at the most. Madison was there when she died. She'd never met her dad and her mom was the only adult she had in her life. She tried living with friends for a couple months, but a worried parent called CPS and that's how she got here."
They were silent.
I hated that they shared my story with this Boy we hardly knew. He didn't deserve to know. He probably didn't even really care. Now I know for sure I can never talk to this boy again.