Jealous?

Penelope knocked on Jonas's already open door. Jonas was plucking at his guitar.

"Hey, Jonas your mom's went out," Penelope said awkwardly. She sat down next to him on his bed.

"Yeah. Hey Listen to this," He turned and now sat cross legged on his bed. Cradling the guitar with his knees. Jonas began playing a intricate composition. She didn't recognize it so she assumed Jonas had written it. Penelope liked that about Jonas. She smiled. Jonas looked up at her and smiled too.

The notes swirled into the rafters of Jonas's bedroom. Twirling in and out of Penelope's mind. The melody was so complex yet played in such a simple manner. Penelope could hear inspiration from Soliari and Deathcab for Cutie and Deep Purple. It started light and happy with simple notes. Then then the mood grew heavy adding diverse sounds. Jonas's fingers were pressing and strumming on every string. Then it became calm again. A resolution, Penelope perceived. Then she knew. She knew it was Lucy. Jonas had composed Lucy's life. Penelope smiled somberly as she remembered her friend.

"Lucy," Penelope said.

"Yes." Jonas nodded as he looked up. His eyes were glazed over as if he wasn't here anymore. He was somewhere in his head off with his dead lover. Penelope suddenly felt angry. A sting of jealousy pierced her gut. Why did Jonas still miss Lucy? Why couldn't he see me? And Like me? The questions rolled through her mind. She realized she too, was in love with Jonas.