A Boy and His Guitar

"No, that's my friend," Clarity says to Peder. He lifts his eyebrows but doesn't question any further. Clarity secretly sighed in relief.

"So, do you wanna hang out on Saturday? I've got a football (American) match, so we can go somewhere right after. Is that okay?" Peder looks at Clarity expectantly.

"Sure, when's the game?"

"About 12:30, I'll pick you up at 12:00, though," he answers. Clarity nods her head. "Hey, you wanna go get some drinks? Hopefully not all the freshman have drank it all. Honestly," Peder rolls his eyes playfully, "they're not even of age. Most of them."

"Yeah," Clarity answers. "That's annoying, sometimes. Why'd you invite freshman?"

"My sister, pretty much," Peder says while they walk into the kitchen. "She's a freshman, she wanted me to invite her friends. Her name's Joy."

"Pretty name," Clarity said. They sat on stools as Peder told one of his friends to get them some drinks.

"So is Clarity," Peder added. He smiled. "You know that song, Clarity?" She shook her head. "It's American. I thought you would have. Basically, it says 'so why am I your clarity?'. I just thought I'd bring it up." Peder blushed.

"Here, Peder," one of his friends said as he slid the two drinks down their way. Peder thanked the boy, who's name was Myke, and turned back to Clarity.

The rest of the night Peder and Clarity just talked. And drank, but not enough to get them drunk. They talked gossip, they talked rumors, who was dating him or her, who got kicked off the soccer team.

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