Chapter 112 Candy
After class, I tried calling Brad, but his phone was off.
I messaged him on Facebook, but no reply.
It was the first time his phone was off and he didn't respond quickly.
I started worrying about where he was and if he was okay.
I called him dozens of times, but still nothing.
Sitting in the cafeteria, waiting for my meal, I realized how Brad felt yesterday when I didn't answer his calls or messages.
Waiting for someone is tough. Brad had waited for me countless times without a single complaint.
His patience really moved me.
Brad still hadn't replied, and I was distracted during my afternoon classes, not even wanting to go to rehearsal.
That's when I realized how much I cared about Brad, and his place in my heart started to change.
After class, I went straight to the rehearsal room.
Daniel, who knew me well, saw I was in a bad mood. He didn't ask much, just opened the terrace window for some fresh air and handed me a long box.
"What's this?" I already had a guess.
He didn't answer, just opened the box.
Inside was a brand-new guitar, light golden, with beautiful lines and a simple, exquisite design—just my type.
"Try it, the sound is pretty good," he said with a smile.
"How did you know?" I was surprised.
He chuckled, "We've grown up together. You were staring at my guitar all day yesterday."
I smiled at the silver tuning pegs.
"I haven't seen you play in years. Get familiar with it, and maybe we can play together at the performance," Daniel added.
I picked up the guitar, tuned it, and started to play.
As my fingers touched the strings, a familiar feeling came back, though a bit clumsily.
I hadn't practiced in five years, so it wasn't as easy as it used to be. My fingers were stiff and awkward.
Daniel sat beside me, correcting my finger positions and explaining techniques.
After more than an hour, I finally got the hang of it and played a complete piece.
I high-fived Daniel excitedly. "I did it, Daniel. Maybe we can play together now."
He ruffled my hair, eyes sparkling, and said, "Of course, as long as you want to, you can do anything well."
I didn't know if he was flattering me, but I was happy to pick up the guitar again.
It showed I wasn't caught up in pointless things and had moved on from the past.
After so many years, I didn't expect to rekindle my old passion. I initially learned the guitar to keep up with Daniel, but I found I really liked it.
When Daniel and I nailed the piece for the welcome party, I was over the moon. My playing was still a bit stiff, but with two days left, I could practice more.
I felt like a carefree kid again, putting down the guitar and jumping around happily.
Daniel caught my excitement, and we held hands, laughing and shouting on the terrace.
Then, I saw Brad through the terrace's glass.
He was still in last night's clothes, standing in the sunset, looking tired with a messy hair and a large shopping bag in his left hand.
I didn't know how long he'd been there.
"Brad!" I ran to the open window and waved.
Seeing him safe was the best news.
I was so worried he'd be tired driving so late and have an accident.
I still didn't know exactly how I felt about Brad, but I wanted him to be okay. Just thinking about him getting hurt made me feel uneasy.
Brad waved back, stepped forward, handed me the bag, and smiled gently. "I went to the neighboring city and brought you some famous candies to try."
I opened the bag. Inside were colorful paper boxes, each representing a different flavor. The top box, shaped like a small house, had a delicate fruit cake. Through the transparent lid, I saw two little children on top of the cake. The older boy held the younger girl's hand, and the girl shaded her eyes from the sun, her smile brighter than the sun.
It felt familiar, like Brad leading me to buy candy when we were kids.
"Thank you, Brad. These look delicious," I said happily.
I touched the guitar again and played the entire piece. Brad was okay and even brought me my favorite candies. I was overjoyed.
I hadn't been this happy in years.
I wanted to share my joy with Brad.
He stood quietly outside the window, smiling.
My heart started to race, and I couldn't look directly at him. I nervously fiddled with the bag.
I took out a light green box with apple-flavored candies. I popped one in my mouth. The rich fruit flavor and sweet-sour taste were perfect.
"These are so good, Brad." I jumped up, spun around, and felt like a kid again.
Back then, my favorite thing was candy.
I remembered Brad from those days. I was four or five, and he was just over ten. Every week, he'd secretly take me to the store and use his pocket money to buy me candies.
I looked up and met Brad's eyes, seeing tenderness in them and my own joy reflected back.
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