Rylee's pov
A few days have passed since that night.
After that conversation didn't happen a lot.
They went back to study and I went back at my music.
Plus, these days Kira was rarely at home cause she was always somewhere studying, so I had the house all for myself and trust me, when you have to practice songs it's better if you're alone.
That's how I ended up in the living room practicing "Popular" from "Wicked".
I was having so much fun.
But my fun was soon interrupted by a knock on the door.
I stop the music sighing....this was my favorite part.
I go at the door, opening it, thinking Kira was back home.
But I was more than surprised when I saw a curly head in blue scrubs outside my house.
"Hi?"
He looks up from the ground flashing me a smile.
"Hey Rylee, how are you?" He asks me smiling bringing me in a little hug.
The awful smell of his scrub was mixed to his cologne.
Damn, how bad I wish he was wearing a freaking t-shirt.
"I'm good" I smile embarrassed "Kira is not here-"
"Oh no, I wasn't looking for her" he smiles "actually the other day I forgot a book here-" he smiles a bit.
"Oh, of course, come in-" I open him the door to let him in.
"Thank you, I really don't know where I leave my mind sometimes" he chuckles.
"Don't tell me" I answer making him smile.
"May I offer you something? I don't know, some water or -"
"Oh not worries, thank you" he smiles finding his book.
"Were you singing when I got here?" he then asks surprised and I think I blushed.
"Yeah...I was practicing-"
"God it was amazing" he grins "you have such a talent, it's wonderful" he smiles happily and I was stunned.
"T-Thank you" I smile.
"Since when do you sing?" He asks actually interested.
"Well...lot of years ehm ...I started for fun and I was horrible but then I studied and worked hard for this and...here I am" I chuckle shyly.
"That's admirable, I bet it was not easy"
"You need a lot of determination" I chuckle "and faith....LOT of faith" I smile "and that's exactly what I missed at the time....but you have to be patient if you decide to do something of this kind. Nothing comes for nothing and, if you wait for someone who will knock on your door and offers you a contract... you'll be probably already dead"
He nods understanding my point.
Honestly, I didn't know if I couldn't take off my eyes from his eyes, his scrubs, or my paviment.
"Are you doing something after this?" he asks looking a bit around.
Was he embarrassed?
"Ehm...no, well, just songs songs and songs-"
"I was going to take a ride, in my car, to distract from everything, studies, internships, life...do you want to come with me? I can put you songs songs and songs in my car" he asks copying my tone in the last part making me laugh.
