She cast her eyes upward; her gaze quick and nervous. The student commons were busy, echoing with the gentle hum of humanity. The sound soothed Sara, especially on bleak, grey days like this, when it was chilly outside—when the warmth of company invited the students indoors. Her eyes darted upward, stared for a moment, fell back. She sighed, feeling the keys beneath her fingers and pressing softly until a note rose from the piano.
Sara’s hands moved, delicately stroking eighty-eight black and white keys with graceful, exploring fingertips. The big instrument rumbled and growled for her, then warbled and chirped nimbly. She gazed longingly, then closed her eyes and let her hands say the words that always caught in her throat.
“Is that him?”
She glance at Emilia, who quietly moved to sit next to her on the piano bench. Continuing to play, Sara replied under her breath, “Yes, that’s Filip.”
Emilia watched the young man. “Why haven’t you talked to him yet?”
Sara shrugged, her friend already knew the answer. Emilia pursed her lips and touched her fingers to the keys. Sara opened her eyes in surprise and watched the other girl. Emilia looked back at her, raising an eyebrow and playing alongside.
“Let’s tell him now,” Emilia suggested. Sara opened her mouth to protest, but found she was too late.
“Girlfriend, girlfriend,” Emilia sang. “you could be my girlfriend,”
You could be my girl till the world ends,
I’d like to be everything you want,
Hey girl, let me talk to you.”
“Stop,” Sara hissed urgently. “He’s looking.”
Emilia gave Sara an earnest look and went on regardless of her friend’s objections.
“Cause if you were my girlfriend,
I’d never let you go
Keep you on my arm, girl, so you aren’t left alone.
Lilies and violets, any time you want
Cause if you were my girlfriend
I’d never feel alone.”
Sara’s cheeks reddened, her heart pounding. “Emilia, he’s coming over. What do I do?”
What happens next?
What happens next is up to you! I have joined the writers at Story Wars.net, a site that allows writers to create stories collaboratively through miniature writing contest. Writers submit and vote on chapters, working together and competitively to build stories. It’s a very cool idea and I’m super excited to be a part of it!
The lyrics in this short story were adapted from Marina and the Diamonds’ cover of “Boyfriend” by Justin Bieber. Roggen Wulf is not affiliated with either of these artists and makes no claim to ownership of their work. Please support the official release!
(Featured Image: “Violets on Keyboard” by Aenne Carver)
(Roggen Wulf, 2014)