my writers block is gone!! yayy
♡some background info:
◦your name is y/n l/n
◦you're 15 years old
◦your dad is a guitar teacher
I was sitting in my room, with my headphones on, music blasting as I was drawing in my sketchbook. I love music. I get lost in it completely. I get it from my dad, he's a guitar teacher. I grew up listening to music and living in it. I don't understand what life would be like without it. I went downstairs, with my headphones still on. I didn't realize how loud I was being as I was getting myself a glass of water until I saw my dad trying to get my attention. I pulled my headphones down. "Y/n, I'm about to have a lesson. Can you please not make so much noise?" He asked. "Oh yeah of course, sorry dad." I said, raising my headphones back up to only one of my ears.
My dad walked away into the garage, which is where his studio is, when I heard the doorbell ring as I walked past the door. When I opened the door to see who it was, I saw a boy. He was a few inches taller than me, long dark brown hair in a ponytail wearing a hat, brown eyes softer than anything I had ever seen before. He smiled. "Hey, is Mr. L/n home?" He asked. I smiled back, still stunned by how cute he was. "Uh yeah, he's in the garage." I said. "Aight, thanks. See you around... um. I didn't catch your name.." He said. I smiled. "Y/n. And you are?" I asked. "Miguel." He said, smiling back at me. "So, Mr. L/n is your dad?" "Yep." I said. "He's a pretty cool guy. Well, I'll see you around, Y/n." Miguel said, half waving to me while walking away.
I went up to my room and collapsed on my bed, smiling. I giggled a bit. Was he flirting with me? He was definitely flirting with me. Did I have a crush on this dude my dad teaches? Well, yes. Yes I do. After a while, my mom yelled from downstairs, "Y/n! Come help make dinner!" "Coming!" I yelled back.
When I was helping my mom make dinner, I couldn't keep my mind off of this boy. I couldn't focus on what I was doing, and cut myself when I was cutting tomatoes. My mom helped my cut. "Y/n, you're not focusing well today... are you sick, mija?" My mom asked, with a concerned look on her face. "No, no, I'm not sick, I'm fine." I said, smiling. My mom looked at me for a second and said, "You know that you can talk to me about anything, right?" I hesitated for a moment. "Well, mom... there's this... boy." I said. My little brother Milo shouted from the couch, "EW Y/N's IN LOVE" I rolled my eyes. My mom did too. "Emilio, keep playing MarioKart, mind your business." She said, smiling. I laughed.
"So, who is it?" She asked me, eager to find out who it was. "So do you know that boy that dad's teaching right now?" I asked. Her jaw dropped. "HIM? Oh my god, Y/n. I see what you see in him." She said, smiling at me. I smiled, continuing, "I don't know how to initiate the next conversation with him though. I don't know if I'll ever have a chance to see him." I sighed. My mom smirked. "Well," She started. "I have a box that I need someone to put in the garage for storage. And right now might be a good time for you."
part two? ♡
