In all honesty, I couldn't see Hunter being like that. But then again, I couldn't see him being so mad like he had been earlier.
I watched Tyson as I tied the ends off the bracelet. He seemed so quiet, is he regretting telling me everything. I look behind him, there's a trail that leads deeper into the forest. It's so pretty up here, I wish I could move. Sadly, there's no way that would happen.
"Are you okay?"
I look back at Tyson, he's watching me with confused eyes. I steal a glance at the picture, I can't make it out because his arm covers half of it.
"Oh, nothing. It's pretty up here, huh?"
He smiles at me. "It is."
"What are you drawing?" I ask. I leaned forward trying to see better.
Tyson smirks. "I'm not finished." He pulls the paper closer to him. I roll my eyes and look at the bracelet in my hands. Red, blue, purple, and black string are knotted into a design. I smile, for whatever reason it reminded me of Tyson.
"Here," I say as I hand the bracelet to him. He looks up and sees the tread, then shakes his head. "Please? I have no reason for it, and it looks like something you'd wear."
He looks from me to the bracelet then sighs and shakes his jacket sleeve back. I smile and tie it around his wrist, for a while, Tyson looks at it and rubs it around his wrist. I can't tell if he's happy about it or not.
"Thanks." He finally says. I smile and nod. "So, have you decided on a song?"
I shake my head and my smile is gone. "I can't think of a good one. I want to sing something with meaning."
His lips purse as he thinks and I find myself dreaming about his lips pressed to mine. I shake the thought away and look for more string. Maybe I'd make a bracelet for the girls.
"Why don't we sing a duet?" Tyson's comment catches me off guard. Why would he want to sing with me? When he sang during Rock Star he was beyond amazing. His voice was raspy, like when he woke up but with a melody it was beautiful.
"What song would we sing?" I ask skeptically as I grabbed red and black string for Alexandrea's bracelet.
"You listen to country, right? Why not... Steel Magnolia?"
My jaw almost drops as I hear one of my favorite band's name pass Tyson's lips. He doesn't seem to be the gut to listen to country; I would put money on a bet saying he had mostly hard rock on his iPod, maybe a song or two within the country genera.
"How about 'Not Tonight'?" He offers. His attention goes back to the paper and I watch as soft black marks seem to stain the white paper.
"I love that song," I say softly, "you listen to country?"
"Yeah," he pauses and pulls his iPod from his pocket, "have a look."
I take the silver device and scan through the music. Jason Aldean, Johnny Cash, Toby Keith, Miranda Lambert, Blake Shelton, Charlie Worsham, Luke Bryan, Florida Georgia Line, Taylor Swift, Steel Magnolia, the list went on. I recognized every single artist, every single song my eyes met.
"You like my music?" I ask. I smile and look up at him.
He sheepishly smiles and nods. "Yeah, I kinda do. I mean, they have a meaning behind them all. I think Brad Paisley and Keith Urban are amazing guitar players."
"Don't forget Hunter Hayes, or Charlie Worsham." I say. Tyson smiles and takes his iPod back. He scrolls through it for a minute then handed me an ear bud. I listened to the intro to 'We Were Us' by Keith Urban feat. Miranda Lambert.
I started to sing and Tyson laughed. He joined in and our voices combined better than I ever thought they would. I laughed as Tyson tried to match Keith Urban's voice. We laughed and joked throught arts and crafts. During guitar lessons, Ace let me get my own guitar and Tyson grabbed one, he said we could go play in a corner because there wasn't a lot he could teach us with people who've never played before in the room. Tyson and I practiced 'Not Tonight' for about a half hour. Tyson played a song he wrote called 'I Won't Let Go'. He said it was for a dream he had, he fell for a girl he had seen a few years ago that looked like she was being hurt at home.
We talked for a long time and I learned so much about him. He was from Okay, Oklahoma. He was an only child and had been into music for a few years now. He'd had a girlfriend once who treated him like crap. His parents were divorced and he didn't see his mom a lot. He told me they divorced last year because of financial troubles. He shrugged a little but didn't seem affected by it.
He loved music. And the color red. He dabbled in writing and thought it may be a cool job to have ("... because, really, being paid to write whatever you want? That's a cool job.") The more I knew about him, the more I felt attached to him. Not in a romantic way, as a friendly way. I would admit, every time he smiled at me my mind went crazy and there was nothing I wanted more than for him to hug me or something.
The only reason I wasn't letting myself go farther in my dreams about him, was the little voice in the back of my mind that reminded me it would never work out. In any way. Ever. The voice in the back of my mind said to not get attached, even as a friend; to listen to Hunter.
I put my guitar away and Tyson and I went outside when the hour was over. We found the councilors for Creative Writing and followed them inside the wooden lodge upstairs to where they said the campers in Film worked. We were given a pad and pen and told to write until we were out of ideas. I sighed and let my mind take over. I glanced over at Tyson and saw him doing the same. For some reason, that made me smile.