Daft Lovers (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 2: Me?

After 3 hours of sour keys and and unpleasant notes, I was finally able to play 'Amazing Grace' correctly. With the last three chords, I laid back, exhausted. Guy-Manuel smiled, greatly amused by my efforts.

"Well, that was tiring, but you made great progress." he said, pulling me back up.
"Thanks. You're an awesome teacher." I replied.
"It's getting pretty late. I should get going." he said, stretching and yawning.
I walked him to the door, but he hesitated.
"Umm, d-do you want my number so we can plan lessons tomorrow?" he asked with a nervous stutter.
"Sure!" I said, giving him my phone so he could make his contact. He soon handed it back to me.
"I'll see you tomorrow." he said as he opened the door and stepped out into the crisp night air.
"I look forward to it." I smiled.

He looked back at me and chuckled before biting his lip and continuing  on. I closed the door softly, and looked at the ceiling. Why couldn't I stop smiling? This wasn't a date! I had just met this guy.

The feeling in my chest grew stronger through that lesson, I knew that. Instead of slightly feeling so when he placed his hands on mine to fix their position or when he would comment on my so called 'beauty', I felt it if he talked or even looked at me.

I groaned in frustration. Like the Guy-Manuel from Daft Punk would ever like a girl like me. I shut off the lights and laid down on my mattress, not bothering with the sheets. But that silly smile stayed on my face and wouldn't leave.

I had to admit, I was excited to see him tomorrow. His deep blue eyes had seemed to glimmer whenever he laughed or smiled. And when he was sitting next to me, I had the incredible urge to run my fingers through his dark brown hair. It looked just long enough to braid...

I shook my head. This had to stop. He was just a friend, an acquaintance at that! I shut my eyes and blocked out my thoughts, finally getting some peace and quiet. I let myself drift off, feeling almost free of emotion.