As we headed back to my apartment, we we're talking, as I opened the door I took my shoes off and ran around my apartment making sure there wasn't any thing to hide from him so I wasn't embarrassed, as I finished I looked in my mirror in my bathroom, making sure I looked ok, I left the the bathroom to the living room seeing Jamie had found my drum set.
"You play?" He asked, "yeah, I was in a band with my old friends, back in middle school," I said smiling back at the memories.
He chuckled, walking around to the stool, behind the drums, grabbing the sticks, as he started to play, it sounded really bad.
I laughed, holding my stomach, I walked over and grabbed a chair beside him,and turned it facing me so my legs were in between the back of the chair.
"Here." I said grabbing his hands with the sticks still in them, I held his hands and lead him, playing my favourite part of my song that I wrote.
I felt butterflies in my stomach, trying to not blush, and kept that off my mind, I tried to hide my feelings for him, I knew he never was gonna end up with me, so I tried not to attach myself to him, as i finished the verse, me and Jamie turned our heads to each other, looking at each other in comfortable silence.
It felt like an eternity, just looking into his blue ocean, I felt my butterflies turn more aggressive, and felt hot.
Then our heads turned to the door, that had made a knocking noise , I cleared my throat and walked to the door, moving my front hairs behind my ears.
I opened the door, seeing a delivery man, "Delivery for Beverly?" He asked, "that's me" I said smiling, he handed me a clip board, I wrote my name, and passed it back.
"This is a pretty big one," he said passing it to me, with a strained voice.
I grab it from him, I nod to him and shut the door with my foot walking to my living room, setting down the big box
"Damn that box is up to your torso," Jamie said walking over, I didn't reply, I was in awe, it was the item I wanted for 2 years straight, I grabbed my scissors and knife, digging the knife in the box, carving a square shape.
As I finished, I rummaged in the
box, through all the packaging, as I saw the item.
I squealed, smiling, I grabbed it and left the box going to my loft in my living room.
I take the item out and take all the wrapping paper off, when I'm left with
"Ooh it's a guitar" Jamie said, "it's not just a guitar, Brian May's guitar," I said not taking my eyes off the guitar.
"Wait what? Really?" He asked sitting next to me, "yes, I thought this day wouldn't come!" I yelled, "what you gonna do with it?" He asked, I stayed silent, "you don't know do you?" He asked.
"Nope, not a clue," I said, " I don't know maybe just hang up in my house, or in my record shop," I said.
"You have a record shop?" Jamie asked, "well I don't know it's my fathers, I work there, it's downstairs," I said, getting up and putting the guitar on the other loft.
