Worryin ’bout that Girl

“I’m just worried about you.”

Again, Chris was worried about me. It was annoying.

“I’m fine.” I said.

“You just stay up late and then are unreachable all morning. You are behind on your marketing work and I just don’t know if I need to do anything to help you. Maybe you need to go back on your medication.”

“You really don’t need to be concerned about me. Don’t you have band practice to go to?”

Chris put his guitar down on the couch and sat down. I sighed and put my hands on my hips.

He looked up at me and said, “I know that it has been difficult with Zoe’s evaluation, and I know you are upset that I am going on tour when I was supposed to be doing the “More than Words” classes with you. But can’t we just try?”

“Try to what?”

“I don’t know,” he said picking up his guitar and starting to strum. He started playing the Kink’s song, “Nothin in the World

I listened to his beautiful playing and smarted as he sang the words,

Met a girl, fell in love,
glad as I can be…
Met a girl, fell in love,
glad as I can be…
But I think all the time, “Is she true to me?”
‘Cause there’s nothin’ in this world
Stop me worryin’ ’bout that girl…

I found out I was wrong,
she was just two-timin’…
I found out I was wrong,
But she just kept on lyin’.
Now she tries t’tell the truth,
I just can’t believe –
‘Cause there’s nothin’ in this world
Stop me worryin’ ’bout that girl…

Tell me, who can I turn to,
just who can I believe?
Try to put her outta my mind,
sh’only cause me grief
I love that girl, whatever she’s done –
Y’know it hurts me deeply
‘Cause there’s nothin’ in this world
Stop me worryin’ ’bout that girl…

I know she’s been with other fellows,
Why’s she keep on lyin’?
Hurts me so when she says nothin’,
I really feel like dyin’.
I ache inside everytime I think;
I know it’s just my pride.
‘Cause there’s nothin’ in this world
Stop me worryin’ ’bout that girl…

‘Cause there’s nothin’ in this world…
C’n stop me worryin’ ’bout that girl.

He looked up at me when he was finished and I was fighting  back tears. He stood up and kissed me on the lips. “Bye” he said and brushed out of the door with his guitar in hand, the screen door banging behind him.

I watched him go and Zoe ran in the room with a book and slammed it on my legs. I sat down on the couch and slowly began to read to her,

“Once upon a time there lived a beautiful young girl who lived in a small house near a castle. She was a brave and strong little girl, but most of all, she was honest.”

I put the book down for a second and took a deep breath. Then picked it back up again to finish the story.

 

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About Odette

Odette's character is written by Emmerson Grace Hayes. email: ungratefulbliss@gmail.com If only small talk could be replaced by dancing...
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