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"And then you put your finger down there..." I instruct Priscilla who sits with my guitar on her crossed legs. The party is still booming beneath us but it doesn't matter. I'd rather be here. "And just strum all of them with your right hand."

She does as told and looks up at me with that anxious smile of hers. "Like that?"

"Just like that. Easy, isn't it?"

She opens her mouth to answer but we're interrupted by the barging in of Theo, Chris right behind him protesting.

"Dude, leave them alone!" He all but screeches.

Since last night, Chris has been painfully obvious about the fact that me and Scilla frequently have sex. And that little scam he did was just unfair. Priscilla didn't want to come. She didn't have to - but Chris fucked that up for her and made her uncomfortable. That's why I introduced her to Taylor to get her mind off of the party and then spontaneously began teaching her the basics of playing guitar.

"What do you guys want?"

"To see if you two are even alive!" Theo drunkly exaggerates while Chris just visibly looks relieved that they didn't walk in on me and Priscilla fucking. "Dude, are you playing guitar?! There's a fucking party downstairs!"

"Yeah. And we don't want to be there." I mutter steadily.

Theo raises his hands and exits, incoherently speaking as he does. When Chris goes to follow him I call his name.

Priscilla suddenly gets up and nods to us both. "I'm gonna go see Malia."

"Why?" It's embarrassing that I practically pout when she leaves. I need to sort my shit out.

"Well...you look a bit pissed off. And I don't want to watch that." She speaks with a quiet tone. "Plus, I need to see her anyway."

I frown but reluctantly nod. "Okay."

"Okay." She nods back and puts her heels back on before leaving the room.

"My God, you've become a way better person since she's been around." Chris says as he falls back onto my bed.

"What?"

"You're so much more... I dunno." He shrugs, obviously a little tipsy and maybe high which is much better than he normally does. "You're more happy. Wanting to go out and be around everyone."

"I want to be around her." I correct.

"Yeah and you've never wanted that before. You always hook up with random girls and sometimes spend a few weeks with them but you never bother with anything more than getting your dick wet."

I whack his leg. "Don't phrase it like that."

"Another thing!" Chris yelps and sits up so he's sitting beside me. "You would normally never care how I described sex. Now you probably want me to say some shit like 'making love' or something."

"I don't want you to say that." I sigh.

"You like her." He teases like a child, giggling as he drags the word on.