Chasing Lyrics (Music & Lyrics #1) Read Free

don’t think he has ever thought about me
that way.

 
    Chapter
3
    ‘Although
my tongue can’t find the words, my body is screaming for you to hear me…please
hear me.’
    Tanner –
        “What the fuck Lyrics? What
did I tell you about Tyler?”
         Lyrics looks at me and
says, “What are you so mad about, Tan? All I did was kiss him.” I don’t know
why I am so mad at her. Truth be told, I like Tyler. He is a nice guy, super
talented, and has never been anything but proper with Lyrics. All of the sudden,
the beast is unleashed. “You mother fucker! You were outside getting your dick
sucked by that fake ass wanna be cowgirl, doing God knows what else with her,
only to break her heart in the end…you have the nerve to make me feel like I
did something wrong with a man that has patiently waited for me to make a move
for over a year now! What the fuck, Tan?”
         I am stunned, she is right,
and I am completely wrong! I didn’t know why, but, man, I did not like seeing
her kissing him. It’s not as if I haven’t seen her kiss other guys before. I
mean, Jesus, she is gorgeous. I always knew those other guys wouldn’t last. I
mean, they were shallow and she doesn’t do shallow. If it weren’t for her, I am
sure I would be married to a shallow woman right now and we would have four
shallow kids. Lyrics took it deep with me. She made me push my belief system,
made me think beyond what I’d been told. Lyrics wrote songs that made me have
to sing them, need to sing them. I didn’t even know I had a voice until I sang
her songs. I thought my dad was going to snap my neck when I told him that I
didn’t want to play football in college. It would take up too much of my time. I
wouldn’t be able to play gigs with Lyrics and that is when I am most happy; when
she and I are creating music. I look at her and smile. I say, “I’m sorry. I
don’t know why I freaked out. Hell, you aren’t my girlfriend.”
         She sarcastically says,
“Yep, I know that.”
         I interrupt her and yell
even louder, “You aren’t my girlfriend, you are more than that. You are my best
friend. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
         Lyrics looks me in the eyes
and asks, “You or me?” Oh shit!
         As I said, she goes deep. That
question struck me in a part of my body that I haven’t felt pain in before I
don’t like this one bit! I look at her and I wonder why I never noticed the way
her eyes have so much yellow in them or the way her long sandy blonde hair
drapes around her face like a picture frame? I can’t wipe the image of her
kissing Tyler out of my head and that is really pissing me off. I grab her hand
and say, “Lyrics, please forgive me. I’m just a poor boy. I need no sympathy.”
         She interrupts me and sings,
“Because I’m easy come, easy go, little high, little low.” We both laugh and
finish the song. When we get to our complex, I grab her bags and carry them to
her apartment. She grabs them out of my hand and as her hand touches mine, I
feel warmth. Not the normal warmth from her, but a fiery type of sexual warmth.
Instantly I get hard. She looks at me and says, “You okay, Tan? You look a
little pale. Did skanky bo banky already give you an STD?”
         I smirk. “Ha-ha, very
funny. I didn’t bang her you know.” Lyrics shrugs her shoulders and asks me if
I want a glass of orange juice. I plop down on her overly warn out couch and
say “Mmmmhmmm.” She gets into her pajama pants and a baggy shirt then sits down
on the couch with me. We both take a huge sip of OJ and lay back. She plugs her
phone up to the speaker and she wedges herself between my legs and gets comfy
on my chest. We have done this a thousand times before, heck even as kids, but
my body has never responded to her like this before! My mouth is dry and my
heart is pounding. Her smell is intoxicating to me. What the hell is going on? She
is my best friend.
         We were seniors in