A Boy and His Guitar

Clarity looked at her phone. It was 24:45, and again, she had no idea what time it was. She was staring out the window, thinking, praying for Niall to tell her what Andrew had meant.

Niall, what di-

Clarity erased the message. Why would he tell her, if he had neglected telling her for the past four other days? Why would he keep a secret like this? How did Andrew know?

Why did he know?

Clarity ended up falling asleep, and by the time she woke up, the sun was halfway up in the sky. She looked out her window, seeing the small meadow between her house and the woods. It was honestly a beautiful sight, if only there was a small cabin or house in the middle, it would be perfection on paper.

Then she saw a small figure looking up at her in the meadow. He was the same person she had seen on the street that day, and the same boy that was keeping secrets.

Quickly, she threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, and headed downstairs.

"Hey, Mom," she said when she passed by her in the kitchen. "I'm gonna go explore. I'll be back by dinner."

Her mother nodded, but she was out the door before she could respond.

Clarity circled the house until she was at the edge of the meadow. She thanked herself for slipping on shoes before coming out here.

Clarity walked towards the boy. He was standing there in the meadow, waiting, for the other teenager to come to him.

"What are you doing out here, Niall," she asked. "It's early."

Niall laughed. "It's noon, as you Americans say it."

"Well, why are you out here," she demanded. Niall rolled his eyes and gestured for her to sit down. On the ground, there was a blanket. They both layer down, looking up at the Ireland sky scene.

"Well, I think I'm ready to tell you what Andrew was talking about."

Notes

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