| So there I was, walking across the parking lot with our instruments while he walked with the ladder. Most of the cars had left to go home and the ones that were there were either the ones belong to people like Tom who could drive him or herself to band practice or the basketball team who was practicing in the gym. The pavement was black and hot with blue lines that drew out a football field along with the yellow parking lines. I walked at an easy lope because Will and me were in no particular hurry to get to the field since we were about fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. "Hey, man. I got a question," I asked trying to keep everything casual. Will balanced the ladder on one hand and kept roll stepping. 'Oooh he was irritating!' I thought with a small smirk. He saw my expression and smirked in return but replied, "What's up?" "How come I have your jacket? I mean, you and this jacket are together always. I mean, we think if you ever took it off you'd die or something!" I laughed. "And you trust lowly freshmen with this type of power?" Chuckling, Will hopped over a sewer cover and still balancing the ladder in one hand. "To quote Darren: 'You freshmen...'. I trust you, that's all. As a matter of fact, I trust you the most out of everyone in this band," he replied, still walking. At that point, I almost tripped. Will trusted me? More than the other hundred some odd people in band? It didn't make sense. "Even more than Jake?" I asked, blinking. Jake was Will's right hand man and one of his best friends. "Yeah," he said, looking at me with emerald green eyes. "Why does that surprise you?" "Cause like, he's your best friend. I mean, you've known him longer than I've been playing the trumpet." Will and I walked into the stadium before reaching the railing that kept people in the stands in the stands and not on the track or field. I put his trumpet down gently along with mine before hopping on the other side of the rail and helping him lower the ladder. "Just because I've known him longer doesn't mean anything," he said, landing lightly on the track. "Just remember: you're different. And that's a breath of fresh air around here." He hugged me before jogging over to grab a can of paint to paint the lines on the field. Blinking and shaking my head, I sat up the ladder. What Will had said surprised me to no end. Did he like me? Or was he just playing around? Or did he just mean it in a friend way? 'You need time to think about this and marching band practice isn't the time. Maybe in a nice, hot bath with a book you can ponder it but not now,' my inner voice said. 'And besides, it's time to for the evils of band.' Next |