In Love With A Metalhead

°chapter 4°

We were on our way to his house and man i would be lying if i said i wasn't nervous. This was the first time a guy asked me to hang out with him, except for that one time a creepy stoner guy from school asked me out. Blegh, it makes me sick to even think of him. "So, tell me a little somethin' about you" Mason said to me. "Uhm... Well, my name is Elizabeth Mary Turner, but you can call me Izzy. I'm half American and half Scottish. I live nearby the school in the loneliest yet noisiest street you'll ever know. I'm obsessed with the band called Nightwish. I'm a bassist and i sing a little. It's not that great, but hey, i try. I also write songs, those are not that good." "I bet they are and I bet you can sing very well" he says. "Well, hope you never hear them, haha. Now, tell me about you." I ask him. "Okay, here we go. I'm Mason Knight. I am a guitarist and drummer. I like to drink. And uhm well my life is just really boring actually." He says. "Nice life, i guess" i say. "Yeah it is. Oh hey, we're already at my house." When we got off our bikes, we parked in the little garage next to the house. "Welcome to my house" Mason says and he opens the door for me. I assume there's nobody because it's very quite inside. The house is not that big but big enough to have enough space for all your stuff. "You wanna have a drink?" Mason asked. "Sure." I said smiling friendly at him. He tosses me a beer and i look at him with a confused frown. "You do know that i am not yet allowed to drink this, right?" "Well, since your half Scottish, i think the problem is solved." After he says that he takes himself a beer too. Oh well time to have a beer for the first time i guess. I opened the bottle and i drank a bit from it. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. This actually tastes very good. Without saying a word, Mason looks at me and chuckles a bit. "What?" I ask confused. "Oh nothing. It's just tha-... No there's nothing". He says looking away with a slight red tone on his face. "Uhm, okay than." I say. Not knowing what to actually say. Then Mason clears his throat and says. "Wanna go to my room? I can maybe show you some things that I learned on my guitar. If you want to of course." "Yeah, absolutely!" And upstairs we went.