~Hidden emotions~ Dee x fem reader

Chapter 15

~chapter 15: genocide~

~Y/N's pov~

The song finishes and I smile towards the instrument in my arms. It's been a long time since I've played a song with B/N without father casting a noise complaint and forcing us to stop.

I don't think father's happy that I prefer to play the guitar over the violin. If I'm honest, it's probably his fault. I mean he forced me to learn since I was young and use my mistakes as a reason to be mad at me.

Plus's mother was the one who taught me to play the guitar, so no other instrument will ever take its place in my heart.

I look up to see Dee genuinely smiling at me and B/N. I don't think I've seen him smile like that before. It's not like he doesn't smile, but it's usually a smirk or a side grin. It's never been a full blown smile before.

Heh, that's cute. It might just make my heart flutter.

"That was great! I must say that even none of my dad's students have actually had the ability to play like that, and my dad's a scary man when it comes to music. You guys must have been learning for a long time!" Dee says while standing from the stool opposite us.

While B/N begins to reply to Dee, I put the pick between my teeth as I pull the guitar strap over my head and place it back onto the rack on the wall. I take the pick and place it onto a desk.

"Aww, thanks man!" B/N starts. "I don't think we've ever played our music to anyone besides our parents before, Well, except for when Y/N does those weird violin thingies, but anytime we play at home dad goes on a rant about why it's too loud, so thanks for the compliment"

"Your dad doesn't like your music?"

"We're going to get a noise complaint for all of the ruckus you guys are making!" B/N lowers his voice and does his best impression of our father. "Turn it down and do something useful!"

Oh god, please don't blow my cover B/N. I don't want to get hit by a car!

I nervously chuckle and B/N goes back to his normal voice "Not really. The only instrument our old man likes is probably the violin."

"Wow, I can't imagine that. My dads so passionate about his music, I can't imagine it being any different." Dee replies, seeming to be in deep thought. "That's interesting to think about."

"Yeah well our mother was passionate about music too. She was the one who encouraged us to play instruments in the first place" B/N says as I stand by his side.

Dee opens his mouth about to say something but, instead he furrows his brows and shakes his head. About a second later though, he regains his composure.

"Do you guys want to come to my room now? As much as I enjoyed your little show, I don't know what else we'd do in here." He decides to say instead.

"Sure." I finally joined in with the conversation.

When we enter Dee's room, I notice how neatly organised his things are.

Any of his books are placed upon his bookshelf in neat rows. His laptop in the middle of his desk with a pot of different pens and pencils along with a lamp and some school work to the right.

To the left, is 5 figurines that I recognise as the twisted sister members, Dee Snider is at the front and in the middle. Maybe that's where his name originated from?

I look up and notice that directly above the figurines, is a twisted sister poster, displayed on his walls. The rest of his walls are scattered with different posters from different bands and video game posters.