Jake's p.o.v
"Jake, you still haven't told me why you learned to play the piano", Betty asks, staring at me.
The answer to that question is from six years ago.
*Flashback starts*
It was a Saturday afternoon, I was only eleven at the time but I knew what love was. I knew that I was in love, in love with my best friend, Elizabeth Clinton, known as Betty to some but as Red to me and only me.
