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Chapter 31: Guitar

Clay POV.

“So… what’s with the guitar?” George questioned as he nibbled on a bit of chocolate. To be honest, I had almost completely forgotten that I had brought it, instead becoming too focused on the pretty brunette sitting in front of me to remember anything else. So it was just us talking with one another while eating all the food I had brought.

I had also had a lot of alcohol, over a third of the large bottle that I had brought, yet somehow managed to grasp onto sobriety as I watched the Brit sitting opposite me. “Oh, I thought it would be nice if I played something for you. But we were having such a fun time talking that I had forgotten about it.”

“Really? I never knew you could play guitar.” George said..
“Well I was in a movie once where my character had to play guitar.” I explained. “The director said we could fake it so it just looked like I was playing, but I said it would look more authentic if I could actually play something. Then I just decided to keep learning from there.”

“How many songs can you play?” The brunette eagerly asked, shuffling closer to me as he did.
“I’ve learnt to play a lot of classics, I have a tutor back in Florida, but we often go a while without sessions when I travel to film.” I explained.

As I spoke I drifted my eyes down to the guitar and absentmindedly brushed my hand down the instrument's neck. This was one that I had just rented out from an instrument store down in London, seeing as my own guitar was, just like my tutor, back in Florida.

“Well can you play something for me?” I grinned as the question was asked, but I was also slightly worried about it. Except for the time I played the guitar in the movie, I had not had an audience. What if I played the guitar and it sounded really terrible? What if he didn’t like it and asked for me to leave.

“Sure, what kind of songs do you want me to play? I already said I know a lot of classics. If you wanted I could play some Bon Jovi, some Queen, some ACDC, some Guns N’ Roses, or even some Billy Joel.” As I listed the names of the bands and artists George just stared blankly at me, reminding me about the fact that he would not know who any of these people are.

“Sorry,” I responded when I remembered. “You probably don’t know who those bands are, but my parents raised me on them.”
“No, I remember my Dad played them when I was a kid.” He responded. “It would be nice to hear you, if you wanted to play of course.”

“I would love to play something for you.” I responded. “Do you have any song requests that you would like me to play?”
“Something that I could dance to.” He hummed in possibly the cutest voice I have ever heard. I smiled before nodding.

“There is one that I think you’ll like.” I told him. “But I have not played many songs in front of an audience before, so I’d like to apologise in advance if I make your ears bleed.”
George simply laughed before clapping his hands together in a form of encouragement. I grinned back at him before beginning to play.

✨A few hours later✨

The Winter seemed to be reappearing. The bright sun that had been out earlier had disappeared over some hills in the distance and it was growing cold. We’d pulled the blanket out from under us to wrap around ourselves and were now sitting together. Neither of us had spoken for a while, just admiring the view before it got too cold to sit outside.

George was tucked in beside me, his head leaning against my shoulder. My hand was wrapped around his waist, keeping him close. I couldn’t help but notice how upset he looked, however I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, and so I didn’t question it.

I pulled out my phone to check the time, seeing that it was getting quite late, and from beside me George shivered. “Are you ready to go?” I asked, turning to look down at the brunette. “Or would you like to stay here a little longer?”
“We could go, it is just going to get colder from now onwards.” He hummed.

“Okay, just one second.” I smiled before moving to take a selfie of the two of us. The moment that George saw what I was doing he went to smile at the camera. Both of us took a moment to look over the image, and I made a few comments about how pretty George looked in it.

“Are you going to post it?” The brunette questioned. “On Twitter or Instagram or something?” He fidgeted with his hands as he spoke, surprising me by what he meant.
“Sure,” I responded. “But you don’t seem like the kind of person who would want that.” I said with furrowed brows. “Is something up?”

“I was just thinking about your ex Monica. She said that you posted everything about your life with her, and so after I set up my account on Twitter I looked at what you and she had posted about each other when you were together and…’ He didn’t say anything after that, cutting himself off mid-sentence.

“And what?” I questioned, encouraging him to continue talking and moving my hand to brush his hair away from his face.
“I just felt like you liked to let the world see her, and don’t want anyone to see me.” He muttered.

“Not at all,” I responded, shaking my head. “I just figured from what I knew about you that you wouldn’t want the whole world to know about your life, Monica wasn’t like that. Besides, you are letting her words get to you. She likes to cause drama.”
“Well could you please post the picture?” He asked, his voice getting quieter.

The question made me worry slightly, since from what I’ve known about him he didn’t want to be the centre of attention. Regardless though I promised him that I would when we got somewhere with wifi and that seemed to be enough for him. After that I returned my phone to my pocket and stretched. “It’s getting dark, should we leave?”

“Sure,” he responded. “Do you think that you can drive or are you too drunk?”
“Not sure, but we could put this stuff in the car and then walk down to the motel. For a middle-of-nowhere place it is quite quaint, I think you might like it.”

“Won’t somebody driving past see the car and try to steal from it?” He questioned as I stood up and grabbed both the blanket and the basket.
“We are far enough from the main road that nobody will see the car unless they intentionally drive down this road.” I explained, offering my hand out to him to help him up.

The two of us began walking down the hill, with the effects of alcohol barely beginning to seep into my mind. He took the blanket from my hand, with my free hand holding him the entire time.
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