For once, inspiration had hit for her music and not for her painting, and so Avery was sat cross legged in the middle of her bed, her guitar resting on her knees. She strummed lightly, looking over what she had written, fixing and correcting as she went.
"I'm so glad you made time to see me/how's life, tell me how's your family?/I haven't seen them in awhile/you've been good, busier than ever/we small talk, work and the weather/your guard is up and I know why/because the last time, you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind/you gave me roses and I left them there to die..."
She strummed gently, her voice haunting and beautiful in the silence of the apartment.
"So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night/And I go back to December all the time/it turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you/wishing I'd realised what I had when you were mine/I go back to December, turn around and make it alright/I go back to December all the time..."
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she sang.
"I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile/so good to me, so right/and how you held me in your arms that September night/the first time you ever saw me cry/maybe this is wishful thinking/probably mindless dreaming/but if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right/I'd go back in time and change it but I can't/so if the chain is on your door, I'd understand..."
She repeated the chorus again, before stopping and scribbling in a new verse after the first chorus.
Christian
Christian stood in the doorway for a moment, before realising how that might look and opting to knock on the open door.
"Hey," he nodded, "you're pretty good."
Avery
"Oh hey," Avery said, looking up and seeing Christian in the doorway. She slid her guitar to the side.
"Thanks. Sorry, was I being too loud?"
Christian
"No, not at all," Christian shook his head.
"Just offering the compliment."
He hesitated, looking back down the hall.
"Are you okay?" he asked suddenly, "I mean. I couldn't help but notice the words, is all."
Avery
Avery paused, running a hand through her hair.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, shrugging. "Matt and I... kinda broke up in December."
Christian
"Oh," Christian was a little taken aback.
He soon realised an awkward silence had followed that.
"I'm sorry."
Avery
"It's ok," Avery assured him.
"The long distance thing was getting too hard. We're still friends."
Christian
"So you don't need to talk or anything?" Chris was mildly glad to get out of it.
"Um. There's ice cream in the freezer though. And... yeah I don't know. I'm not huge on comfort food, but..."
Avery
Avery smiled slightly. "It's ok, I've done the girly cry thing, no need to feel awkward."
She pulled her hair over her shoulder, playing absently with the strands.
"Anyway, it's a Saturday night, shouldn't you be out picking up hot chicks and the like?"
Christian
Christian shrugged, slipping his hands in his jean pockets.
"Got a few things to do around the house," he nodded.
Avery
"Have you bought a bed yet?" Avery asked, raising an eyebrow.
She leaned back on her hands on the bed, stretching her legs out in front of her.
Christian
Christian comically slapped himself on the forehead.
"Damn! Knew there was something I forgot over the holidays."
Avery
Avery chuckled.
"Do you wanna go looking for one tomorrow?"
Christian
Chris smirked.
"Why, got nothing better to do?"
Avery
"I'm a Dath-i-tarian," Avery shrugged.
"I don't like to know of people sleeping on floors."
She smirked.
"Besides, I'm a girl. I'll be able to judge if the girls you bring home will actually be comfortable on the bed."
Christian
Chris offhandedly realised that for all his talk, he actually hadn't even brought a girl home yet.
She had a point.
"Ok. You're on," he nodded.
"Bed shopping. Tomorrow."
Avery
Avery nodded. "Sho thang."
She scratched the back of her head and then made a move to get off the bed.
"And my painting muse is back, so I'm gonna... listen."
Christian
Christian stepped aside so she could get through.
"No problem. Goodnight," he nodded, before making for his room.