"I...uh-" I try to think of what to say. Is he just...joking? Being platonic? What does he mean...
RIIIIIIIIIING
"Sorry babe, I gotta take this..be right back" He leaps up from the bed, taking his phone into the living room. I sit up, trying to go through what just happened in my head. And again 'babe'
After a few minutes he walks back into the room, a cup of coffee in his hand. "Ah, you're awake now" He sets the mug down on his dresser and then sits on the edge of the bed. "Uh...yeah-" I say, still confused about what just happened. I scoot closer to where he is sitting, almost directly next to him. Suddenly I feel his hand around mine, but his eyes are focused on the wall.
I look down at our hands, then up at his face. He turns his face towards mine, looking calm. "Can I play you a song I wrote?" His sudden speaking almost scares me, but then I process what he said. "Uh, YEAH! OF COURSE!" He laughs at how excited I am, getting up and grabbing his guitar.
After a moment of tuning and making sure he had the right chords, he pauses. "I...uh...actually wrote this about you" He looks up at me, his eyes peaceful. "R-really?" is all I can stutter out before he starts playing.
"Only met on the weekends, said I'm not catching feelings"
"Oh, I guess I lied..."
As I listen to the lyrics, I try to process everything I'm thinking about. This is...about me?
"Diving off of the deep end, I can't think of a reason"
"We should take our time, ohhhh"
These lyrics sound like how I feel...how I've been feeling
"All or nothing, lets just trust the night"
"ooh, ooh"
"Burning down the street, no left right, left right"
"I don't wanna see no red light, red light"
"Fast lane on the beat, go ten-five, ten-five"
I feel the butterflies in my stomach, my heart beating out of my chest.
"You right next to me, feel the heat"
"Going overdrive"
"Going overdrive, yeah"
After finishing the song, he sets his guitar down, avoiding eye contact. I'm stuck in disbelief at how amazingly talented he is. I think about the lyrics, and how he said it was about me...
"What do you think?" he asks softly. "Cone, I-I love it...you're so amazing-" I'm at a loss for words at this point. I get up and sit on the ground next to him, looking at his notebook. "This whole thing, it's...amazing" I look up at him, our eyes meeting. "Th-thank you-" He stutters, smiling that warm smile I love. After a few minutes, Conan speaks up.
"I have a question" He looks at me, shutting his notebook. "Hm?" I respond. "Will you go with me to a party tonight?" I look at him for a moment, then think about it. "Uhh...sure, but...I didn't think you were really the uh...party type-" I just stare at him. "I'm not, I just...think it would be fun"
"Okay then!"
