His One & Only

Kissable or Punchable

Anshuman's POV

Since I was a kid I have seen Samarth playing guitar and as we grew up he became better and better at it, you could see that he loved playing guitar, he had this shine in his eyes while he played guitar but he was not only good at playing guitar but also singing. He sang  any song like he is living in that song, he was just so perfect at it which makes me want to hate him even more.

I remember one time the girls in our class forced him to sing a song in a school picnic and he sang 'this town' and it was the best version of that song.

So I have to admit that I am a bit nervous to practice music with him. What if I mess up and he laughs at me. God I hope I don't embarrass myself.

"Anshuman" I heard his voice while I was thinking all this.

I looked at him and there he was with his guitar and his phone in his left hand wearing a russet brown shirt with cream bottoms, I always thought his fashion sense was bad but today he looks different , this attire compliments his skin tone really well and his hair is a bit messy like he was sleeping at the back of the classroom.

"What are you staring at" he asked me raising his eyebrows.

"I was just wondering how can someone look this stupid, Seriously schoolboy this is definitely not your style"

"Oh I don't remember asking for your opinion"

"I am just helping you or else you will get no bitches"

"You don't have to worry about my love life. Stop wasting time and let's start the practice"

"Okay let's start then"

"What are we going to play"

"Wish you were here by Pink Floyd and you are going to play first and then I will play and then we will play together"

"Okay cool, you have the notes?"

"Yup, here" I said and handed the notes to him.

After a few minutes he started playing the guitar and I can see that same old shine in his eyes, he is slightly moving with the tune with a grin on his face, the same grin a kid has when he gets his favourite toy. His lips are moving as he is singing the song in a whisper so that I don't hear him except that I can hear him although not clearly but his voice is still audible and I know which verse he is singing.

"How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here"

He is playing it so perfectly that it almost feels unrealistic. He is so fucking perfect at everything he does it makes me hate him more and more.

"Why are you staring like that" he asks looking straight at my eyes and his voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Nothing I was just wondering how can someone suck at playing guitar if he has been playing it since he was a kid"

"Oh then you teach me how to play it" he says rolling his eyes at me.

"I would but I charge very high fees and I don't  think you can pay it"

"Shut up and play the drums it's your turn now"

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Samarth's POV

I have never played drums nor that I ever wanted but I have seen people playing drums and even if I don't like to admit it Anshuman plays it the best out of everyone I know.

Even right now he is playing the guitar so fucking perfectly. He is moving his body with the beats and you know what they say he is playing like he is living the song, like he fucking owns it. Anshuman Arora and his perfection in everything he does is so goddamn infuriating it makes me hate him even more.

Honestly if he wasn't such a prick we could've been friends because we both like certain things such as music, science even though he likes chemistry more, the colour blue I remember how he used to wear blue in every school event or picnic so I figured out it might be his favourite colour.

He absolutely despises shrimps, and loves cold coffee. But he has this hobby of trying weird food combinations like recently he mixed cold coffee and tea together and drank it and a few days ago he mixed vanilla ice cream with soy sauce and it looked disgusting. God only if people knew what kind of a weirdo this dude is.

"Stop staring at me schoolboy or you'll fall in love with me" he asks with a smug smile.

"I wouldn't fall for you even in my worst nightmare"

He chuckles slightly and keeps the drumstick aside.

"So did I play good" he asks

"It was worse than I thought"

"Come on don't be shy you can compliment me I won't mind"

"How can you be this self obsessed when your face looks so—" I stop mid sentence to find a appropriate word

"Kissable" he says with a smirk

"Punchable"

"Aw look at you lying with a straight face"

"See this is why I hate you"

"Don't worry the feeling is mutual, Mr roomie"

"I am leaving" I say as I walk out of the room.

"Hey wait for" he shouts from behind.

His lips and kissable huh must be a joke. Is there any girl who wants to kiss him ???

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Author's Note: hello to whoever is reading this and also thank you for spending your precious time to read this. If you like it please leave a vote.

Peace ♡