In Too Deep [BXB]

IV

Author's note: It's been fucking ages- I'm sorry. I've been super busy and I've had the worst writer's block you could ever imagine. But, hopefully we'll be back nothing longer than fortnightly updates from now on. Also slightly big change - I've changed Jack's name to Hudson as I feel it's suits the character more. Anyway... I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Arse- British for 'ass'

Hudson

I stroked her with my thumb.

Her neck was held tightly in the firm grip of my left hand. My right hand moved about, playing with the middle as I let out a hum.
I'd gotten used to the touch, the feeling on my fingers. They moved about in an exact rhythm, just above the hole and as expected she let out a noise, a melodic sound that filled the room.

It was a sequence of noises that got louder and louder as my fingers worked harder and harder. The pitter patter of the rain outside my window served as an accompaniment.

It was beautiful.

Not much longer now- only seconds away from my favourite part.

I was thirteen when I first picked up a guitar, now six years later I considered myself pretty good at it.

Up until that point, I'd never even touched the instrument, or shown any interest in it for that matter. It wasn't until a year 8 music lesson and I watched him play, that I realised how badly I wanted to as well.
Leo Fisher, the boy with frosted blonde tips and gentle brown eyes. Blue coloured braces adorned the smile that nearly floored my thirteen year old self on a daily basis.

He just looked so cool. As he sat strumming away at his guitar, a beautiful voice that matched the tune, an aura of coolness just radiated from his body. Of course, young me had to think of a way to impress the boy. And of course, learning the guitar was the best way to do that.

And so, two weeks after that very day, I had my very first guitar lesson- you can probably guess who I asked to be my teacher.
At the time I was very much in denial of the crush that I had developed for the boy, I was now mature enough to admit now that they were not platonic feelings. But it was embarrassing to think that that was why I started learning the guitar.

So when I asked how started playing, the lie that I usually responded with certainly did not involve Fisher. Besides that fantasy was lost when his family left the city and he moved to a different school.

It wasn't until I started playing that I realised my desire the guitar extended much further than my short lived infatuation did. It was a skill that came to me quite naturally. There were moments where I found it hard, and I'd stay up until late at night trying master the trickier chords, practicing until my fingers were dented and sore. It was most likely the reason why my fingers were so calloused now.

But I didn't care, I loved it.

I let out a sigh as I strummed the final chord of the song. I removed the weight from my lap, placing it to my side.

I fell back onto my bed, staring up at the blank ceiling.

Despite the rain I had left my window open. Not wide enough for the rain drops to come in and soak my carpet, but to let in the waves of cold, crisp air that chilled the room.

It left me shivering. But there was something comforting about being absolutely freezing in my bedroom on Saturday morning.

And now that the guitar laid beside me, the only sound that could be heard in my room and in the entire house was the repeated falling of the rain drops. I watched as they drizzled down the glass of the window.