Short Story: Difference Of Opinion

Short Story: Difference Of Opinion

Andy drove her insane. He was so confident and didn't really see how serious it all was. It was like he had the capability to cry as much as a fully decomposed skeleton. She tolerated his presence purely because her band mates liked him and because he was amazing on the guitar, so he was essential to the band.

Part of her heart told her that she was kidding herself as to her reasons for tolerating, but she forced that voice to be silent.

The rest of the band had gone to get food, drinks and movies for the sleepover they were having. This meant that Sin and Andy were alone with each other.

Andy was flicking through the channels on the TV. He laughed at the short clip from Libya, on the news channel and muttered, “One down, couple more thousand to go,” Sin snapped at that comment.

“What the Hell? People have been tortured and killed in that country! The criminal can’t be found and brought to justice, and all you can do is start a count down? Do you not know how to realise the down side of something before making a judgement of the situation?” Her green eyes blazed, looking through his blue eyes.

“I know people died and all that. I just refuse to get emotionally attached to something I can’t control. I think the real question isn’t about me, but rather about you. Why do you always look at the negatives more than the positives?” His eyes looked straight through her, making her feel like she couldn’t lie.

“Maybe it’s because when you see someone kill your father, you realise the world is full of bad people that do bad things all the time and the bad just becomes the normal!” She only realised what she had said once it was too late. Andy was silent; shock crept over the calmness that was normally in his eyes.

She started to cry, knowing that she would regret telling him her secret. This was why she always thought before she spoke. Andy’s expression softened to a caring, almost loving one. He pulled her close and rubbed her back as she cried.

“Do the guys know? Do they have any idea?” He started to rock her slightly. She shook her head.

“He’s dead. That’s all the they know.”

He nodded and just held onto her, letting her cry. She grabbed onto the back of his shirt, as if to hang onto the last piece of hope. Her nails dug into his skin slightly, but he didn’t complain.

By the time the rest of the band got back, Sin was asleep. Andy made up an excuse for her, saying she hadn’t got much sleep the night before. The band believed him. He carried her to her room and lay down with her. He didn’t really have a choice, as she wouldn’t let go of his shirt.

“What’s your full name? It can’t just be ‘Sin Jefferson’, can it?” He wondered aloud, not really expecting an answer from her in her sleep.

“Sinclair Anna Jefferson,” she breathed. Andy smiled.

“It’s beautiful.” He wasn’t sure if her meant her name or her. He shrugged it off, kissed the top of her head, put an arm around her and fell asleep.