Jono, of all people, should know that no secret jam session that stays secret for long. From her room, Ali can feel the shivers oh Jono's voice (a very familiar sound, now) more than hear it and, as it always has, it stirs her. Bundling in a hoodie, shouldering her acoustic, Ali slipped out of her window and dropping to the ground, following the strains of Jono's voice.
He's sitting, feet dangling, leaning on his guitar when she finally finds him, quiet and pondering something, what Ali can't tell. She's quiet, doesn't want to disturb him. Having climbed up the opposite side of the roof, it's easy to slide down along the shingles to sit down behind him, pressing her back to his. Neither of them had any fear of Ali's weight pushing them off the ledge, Jono's massive bulk was an anchor for the two of them and easily supported Ali's slight frame.
Ali lights a cigarette and slides her hands over the planes of her guitar, the worn old wood rough in places and smooth in others. She gazes up at the sky, the waxing moon, the thin puffs of silver clouds drifting sleepily along. Her fingers find their home along the fretboard and she begins to play a soft tune (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc6f03pWiU0&feature=related), something sweet and hopeful that Jono's never heard, her voice lilting, tiny green lights flitting above their heads.
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He's sitting, feet dangling, leaning on his guitar when she finally finds him, quiet and pondering something, what Ali can't tell. She's quiet, doesn't want to disturb him. Having climbed up the opposite side of the roof, it's easy to slide down along the shingles to sit down behind him, pressing her back to his. Neither of them had any fear of Ali's weight pushing them off the ledge, Jono's massive bulk was an anchor for the two of them and easily supported Ali's slight frame.
Ali lights a cigarette and slides her hands over the planes of her guitar, the worn old wood rough in places and smooth in others. She gazes up at the sky, the waxing moon, the thin puffs of silver clouds drifting sleepily along. Her fingers find their home along the fretboard and she begins to play a soft tune (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc6f03pWiU0&feature=related), something sweet and hopeful that Jono's never heard, her voice lilting, tiny green lights flitting above their heads.