In Love With A Metalhead

°Chapter 5°

As we walked into his room, i was amazed by how many posters were hanging on his wall's and even ceiling. I mean, i had quite a lot of posters but this... jesus fucking christ. And the fact that it wasn't even that big. The room was also not small but you know what i mean. 'That's a lot of posters.' i say. 'Yeah, i'm a bit obsessed with covering my wall's up with 'em' Mason says. 'Do you like it?' 'Of course! It's amazing.' I said smiling. 'I am also planning on putting up more posters in my room. I already have quite a lot, ya know. But i want more!!' I said laughing. Mason laughed too. 'You know, if you ever need help with that, you can always aks for my help.' He says. 'Thanks!'

'So, are you gonna let me hear your guitarskills or not?' I asked. 'Ow, yeah! Aha sorry.' He says, seeming a bit... nervous? That's weird. Why would he be nervous? Is it me? No, can't be. Maybe he's scared to play for me?? Ughh, i don't knowww. He picks up his guitar and puts it around himself. 'What do you want me to play?' He asks me. 'Uhmmm... You choose!' I said. 'I can play you something that i wrote myself.' 'Yes, please do!' He wrote something himself?? Wauw! Maybe he has more talent than I thought. He started to play and damn he was good. While shreddin' his guitar he was headbanging along with the music he played on the instrument. After his guitar solo, he played the last notes of his song. I started clapping and cheering a bit. He chuckled and made a little bow. 'Where the hell did you learn how to play THAT good??' I ask him, still a bit starstruck of his skills. 'Learned myself, actually.' And he blushes a bit. 'You need to be in a band! Get recognized and get famous!! This needs to be heard!' 'Thank you very much' he says, smiling. 'If i were to start a band, would you join me?' He says. 'Depends on what role i play in it.' 'Well, what would you like to then?' 'You know, i love to be the bassist in a band. But... ya know, I absolutely love to sing. The thing is, I'm just a bit scared. What if people don't like my vocals or singing style? I don't want to be laughed at...' 'Your not.' He says, giving me a pat on my shoulder. 'And how would you know?' 'I don't, but i do.' He says, giving me a smile. I smiled as well. His smile was so cute, i could look at it forever.

We had chatted the whole evening, talking about ourselves and our backgrounds, getting to know each other better. Him playing some songs on his guitar and me singing along. It was 11pm already. Time flew by when spending time with him. 'Mason?' Yeah?' 'I think i should return home. It's getting late and tomorrow is school. I also don't want my parents freaking out, thinking that I am kidnapped or something.' I sad laughing a bit. 'Of course, i get that. Do you wan't me to walk you home?' 'Sure!'

When we arrived at my house i said 'Mason, today was amazing. I loved spending time with you! We should meet with each other again sometime.' I said looking into his beautiful blue eyes that know looked a little dull because of the weak street lighting in the dark. 'We definitely should! And it was great!!' He smiles. 'Bye Mason!' I said 'Bye Izzy! Have a goodnight.' He says. Before i walked inside i walked back to him and gave him a hug. He responded to the hug and held me in his grip. When we let go, we said goodbye one last time. When i closed the door behind me, i heard my mom yell 'Izzy, is that you?' 'Yes mom, it's me!!' I yelled out. I went upstairs to my room and threw myself on the bed. While smiling, i drifted into a deep sleep. Dreaming about him.