03

Ashe Williams

As I walk down my stairs of my dorm room, I head to Amara's dorm. She's going to show me the song she's been writing today. I fix my beanie and I feel my face heat up. Stop being gay, Jeez. As I knock on the door, I fix my outfit and my hair. Calm down, It's just a really pretty girl that's going talk to you and- "Hey Ashe!" Amara says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I smile sheepishly and wave as I walk in. "One sec, let me fix my room up a little." She says, laughing slightly. I nod, not being able to form words as I see her walk off.

I take a big gasp of air. "Fuck." I mumble to myself. "You can come in now Ashe!" Amara says. I walk into her room. My jaw drops immediately when I walk in. She has records from different artists hanging on her wall and art pieces that are all hers everywhere. "Wow, all of these are yours?" I ask, putting my stuff down. "Yes, they are! Every piece of art you see is mine." She says, smiling big. She has stringed led lights hanging from the corner of her room to the other corner with pictures hanging from them and her bed in the middle.

"This is really nice." I say, sitting on her bed. "Oh thank you." She replies, sitting down beside me. "Okay so, my song is called My Missing Pieces." She says, picking up her guitar. "Sounds interesting, let me hear it." I say, feeling eager. "My art fills holes deep in my heart, it keeps me from falling apart, my music keeps my sane, no wonder I haven't gone plain. Are these the pieces I've been missing? What am I missing? Sometimes I fall apart, but I grab my pieces before they part. It's my own personal drug, I say that as I shrug. This is all I need, to fix me, to complete me, to be me." She says, strumming on her guitar.

She's fucking amazing. I cover my mouth realizing my jaw is dropped. "That was, incredible." I say, blushing harder than ever. "Do you really think so? It's pretty short." She says, putting her guitar away. "It was great, I'd definitely add that to my playlist." I say. "I'm probably going to add more to it, it has potential." She says, smiling at me.

"I agree, you want to go to the bookstore with me?" I ask, putting my backpack on. "Yeah sure , I have some books I need to turn in." She replies, grabbing books from of dresser. I admire her a lot.

A/N

Guys...Ik this is short but I was busy at yesterday 😭 I apologize 🥲 See ya next chapter tho ;D