Thread: RP: Revolve [ Horror_Show & last_true_romantic ]

Chase arched his eyebrow in curiosity when Charlotte and his mother exchanged a glance, and his mother grinned. He looked slightly confused for a moment when Charlotte turned back at him. He wondered what that shared glance between the two women meant. Did something happen to his guitar? Had Charlotte broken it? Sold it? Lost it? Though he would be sad if the instrument was gone, there was nothing particularly special about it. He had bought it from a second-hand shop for 50 one summer in middle school. It wasn't pretty but functioned after he restrung it and replaced the fretboard. It could easily be replaced, though, he would have to wait until he had more disposable income. All of his money at the moment was either tied up in the wedding or in the house that he and Kate had been in the process of buying, which reminded him, he had to resolve that issue too. That may have been what Kate's texts were about. Oh, thanks, Charlotte! Chase replied before she ran off. His tone sounded surprised. He didn't think that Charlotte had been interested in learning guitar. He noted how excited she seemed to fetch it for him and felt a twinge of guilt. Had she taken it up in an attempt to feel closer to him? He shook his head slightly and turned to his father. I think I'll head upstairs, probably hit the hay. Talk to you tomorrow dad. Thanks for letting me crash here. Chase walked toward his father and gave him a quick pat on the shoulder before heading up to his old room to meet up with his sister. When he met her at the door, he smiled, a wide and warm smile which only grew as he noticed her flushed cheeks as she handed him the guitar in its case. No worries Charlotte. I know it was in good hands. I'm glad she got some use while I was gone. He took the case from her and peaked inside. His face lit up and the look of surprise that he had in the kitchen returned. He could tell that she had actually improved the acoustic's state, sanding and waxing its body so it looked new. I mean wow, it looks even better than when I bought it Charlotte, like new! How long have you been playing? Chase returned his gaze back to his sister, he felt his heart stop for a moment as it dawned on him just how much care she had put into the old and beat-up guitar while he had been gone. That pang of guilt hit him again, harder this time, as his mind flashed to when they were young, he would play for her, and they would both sing, something Kate would have never done with him. His phone buzzed again, more violently than earlier, and again, and again. There was a torrent of text messages being sent to him, from Kate no doubt, and he knew it would only get worse if he didn't answer soon. This snapped Chase out of his lovely memories and his smile dropped to the floor. Ugh, I'm sorry Charlotte, I better answer her before she starts calling. He apologized, reaching his hand into his pocket to silence his cell. Maybe tomorrow we can go to the treehouse? I can play and we can sing like we used to? Or maybe you could play for me this time? Chase tried to smile, but his mind was stuck on Kate, wondering what on earth she needed from him now. She had his dignity and his money, what else could she possibly need. Thanks again for taking such good care of her, Chase said once more, leaned over, and gave his sister's cheek a soft and quick peck. Then he turned on his heel and walked to the room next door, Charlotte's old room, now the guest room, where Chase would be sleeping. Only a wall separated the two room, and it was thin enough that if you talked over a whisper, you could catch what others were saying. Luckily, their parent's room as further down the hall, so they never managed to overhear anything that went on in there. Before going into the room, Chase glanced at Charlotte once more and gave her a half smile, then opened the door and diappeared inside.