The Lake

Kyle literally had no idea why he wasn't at the amphitheatre right this second. That's where he wanted to be. That's where he longed to be. But no; the more controlling part of his mind was telling him that he should spend the day outside, considering it was a nice day. Kyle decided to be outside at the lake instead, making the most of the sun's heat and warmth. Kyle was a son of Apollo after all; he cherished the warmth.

With his matted-black guitar in his hand, a notepad in the other and a pencil between his teeth, Kyle walked across the pebbled ground, stopping right on the end of the harbor and sitting down so his legs were dangling just above the water. His hair needing to be smoothed down because of his snap-back, Kyle was at least glad that the sun was blinding his hazel eyes, being able to look out at the beautiful waves that glistened before him.

Smiling lightly to himself as he felt the rays upon his skin like a sun’s kiss, Kyle slowly stated to strum on the guitar, unsure why he had brought his notepad in the first place. He had initially planned on continuing with the cong he was working on, maybe trying to further the second verse in some way, but he had already started to play Grade 8 by Ed Sheeran. Kyle would most-likely get onto what he had come to do after, but right now he was preoccupied. He just had to play this song right now.

Not expecting for anyone to pass (stupidly), Kyle also had the courage to sing along to it; “My mind is a worrier, my heart is a foreigner…”

Every time Kyle’s fingers would hit the strings, he would be lost in the world of music once more. Music was the most important thing to him; it was his oxygen, his food and his water. If asked what Kyle’s biggest fear was – except from claustrophobia- he would always reply with becoming deaf. He couldn’t imagine a life worth living if it was without music. It was a living hell.

“…you’re strumming on my heart strings like you were in grade eight…” Kyle continued, his fingers quick and nimble as he didn’t falter once on the strings. He knew an instrument as well as he did the back of his hand. There was never going to be a chance of him strumming them wrong, or his voice collapsing halfway through a note drastically. His voice was always melodic and smooth, able to reach both falsetto and alto notes.

Kyle would have most likely continued with the second verse after the chorus if he hadn’t caught the flicker of movement in the corner of his eye, making his jump and thankfully not drop his guitar into the lake. Clutching the instrument close to his chest, Kyle stopped singing immediately, turning to find a girl watching him like she had been standing there for a good few moments. Kyle gulped, unsure whether he was meant to take this as a good sign or not. He wasn’t exactly used to having company, especially female company. He wasn’t all that experienced when it came to girls…

Getting to his feet quickly, Kyle’s hazel gaze examined the girl for a moment, holing the neck of his mated black guitar in his left hand; seeing as he was left-handed. He looked down at himself quickly, feeling a bit self-conscious with what he was wearing; Suprah sneakers, shorts and his camp t-shirt, with a snapback on his head. He felt like he should be wearing something more…impressive.

“Uh…sorry, am I getting in your way?” Kyle asked quietly, assuming that this girl had been trying to obtain this spot before him. Kyle would giver it up for her; he could go play somewhere else if she preferred.

He wasn't good in awkward situations. Kyle really wasn't. Unlike this Sam, Kyle froze into a period of silence when a situation like this occured. He was honestly glad that this girl had decided to fill the silence with her mindless chatter. Kyle preffered this rather then what woule have been deadly silence for him. At least now he had an oppurtunity to escape this nervous feeling of his.

Rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, Kyle could faintly hear the gentle sounds of the water moving against the rocks behind him, so close to the edge. One step back and Kyle would soon be engulfed by the water, and that was something he didn't exactly wish for. He actually enjoyed being dry, considering that his sneakers had cost him quite a large amount of his dollars. His matted-black guitar wasn't cheap either, and Kyle didn't fancy wrecking it. Therefore, he shuffled forward away from the edge, making sure that the risks could be partially eliminated.

His hazel eyes going from Sam's to the ground, unsure where to look, Kyle put on his best and friendliest smile, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. "Oh, I'm Kyle, uh, nice to meet you." He introduced, knowing that he probably just looked stupid."And thanks, I guess. Do you play?" Please say that she did, because it would give them then something to talk about.

Hearing Sam speak, Kyle allowed his gaze to return to hers, memorized with her bright green eyes that were watching him so curiously. If anything, this made Kyle blush a little redder. Kyle had never been great around new people; especially girls. If he had run into this girl before being bullied, Kyle would have probably made her laugh by now, made her blush maybe. But that was just completely unrealistic for him now. Kyle didn’t want people to push him away. All he ever wanted was to care and love people; people had attempted to destroy that for him. Now he just felt like a shy little boy that blushed every time a pretty girl had tried to talk to him.

Slowly and out of being uncomfortable, Kyle sat down on the wood beneath him, perching his black guitar on his lap. He wasn’t the first to play for people; not properly. That was quite funny considering he wanted a profession in music; worldwide singer perhaps? Kyle would first have to get over his nervousness to letting people see the real him.

Letting his fingers lightly and quietly strum on the strings of the guitar, Kyle kept his hazel eyes on Sam’s green orbs, cocking one of his tidy eyebrows at her, finding her smile contagious and unable to stop his own from reaching his lips. “That’s awesome,” Kyle told her, now knowing that it wasn’t her Father that was her God parent. At least they didn’t belong to the same cabin and he had just forgot. “My mom taught me but music is already in my blood,” He shrugged, not really caring about the discussion of his family and past.

Not wanting to be rude or anything, Kyle stopped playing quickly and held out the guitar for her to take, cocking his head to the side as he watched her. “Do you want to…?” He trialed, motioning to the guitar for her to play if she fancied it.

Forgetting that most of the population were indeed right-handed, Kyle felt bad and slightly guilty for handing her his own guitar, but she had seemed to flip it over to make It usable for her. Still, Kyle had the urge to apoligise because he was just a nice, sweet and kind guy. "Uh...yeah, I'll left-handed...sorry..."

Taking off his fitted-cap and smoothing his soft brown hair down perfectly again, Kyle's friendly smile transformed into a grin as Sam started to sing and play at the same time. Her voice was beautiful, even though this Demigod wasn't familiar wither song-choice. The atmosphere radiated onto Kyle, and he was overcome with the need to know more about the girl, yet not before she had ended her song. To end a song halfway through was like showing up drunk to a Sunday service. In Kyle's opinion, it was one of the worst things one could do.

As he placed his snapback back on and with a gleam in his light eyes, Kyle couldn't focus on anything other than sam and her guitar right now. Absorbed, was Kyle. He tightened the studs in his ears as he let her melodic voice fill his ears and mind, the blushing having thanfully left his cheeks for this moment.