Broken Symphony
Description
The strum of an electric guitar, the of an old violin, the different kinds of music they play. He is the hot school rockstar. She is the school violinist. He doesn't care. She does. He's popular. She's NOT. Different as dawn and day yet connected by one thing, can these two manage to get along?
Foreword
"Where are we going?" She pulled back, not wanting to be tugged away by such a fool.
"Out?" He shrugged, showing off that haughty attitude of his, the one he used everywhere with everyone.
"In THERE??" She didn't like the looks of the house, the 'for rent' sign. It made her wonder just what this boy would try to do to her in there. Such a secluded place, oh, she didn't like it one bit.
"Why not? It's not as bad as it looks." The innocent gaze he returned to her confused her, made her wonder if this was all just another trick, a way to get her to cooperate. But what could she do when her resistance was slowly diminishing, her trust in him growing, for a reason even she could not understand.
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