TS Albums One-Shots

Frustration, Meet Confusion

"Ugh, why can't I just get it!" Red groaned, hands in her hair.

"Learning an instrument isn't something you pick up on the first time, dear. It takes practise and mental conditioning." I said calmly. "Play me those chords again."

Red huffed and rested her slender fingers on the piano keys. With determination, she shakily moved her hands across the instrument, playing the correct sounds until an accidental slip up.

"For fucks sake, this is ridiculous," she snapped.

"Language."

Red rolled her eyes. "How do you do it so flawlessly anyway."

"Darling, I've been practicing since I was 8," I lowered myself onto the bench beside her. "As I said, music takes time." I rested my rough, supposedly infallible fingers on the keys before shutting my eyes and allowing them to dance, the sound filling the room.

"No need to flex," my girl muttered as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"Try again," I pressed a gentle kiss to her head.

Red reluctantly restarted the simple chord progression, and I immediately stopped her. I was met with a frustrated glare.

"You're slamming the keys, dear. Take a breath and try slower, you can't beat it into submission."

"No, but I can beat you-"

"Red."

She huffed again. "Fine." Red took a breath and tried for possibly the seventh or eighth time. This time, she was successful.

I smiled softly. "There you go, didn't take much did it?"

Red beamed. "I did it! I'm absolutely the best piano player in the world."

I chuckled. "Your confidence is admirable, dear."

Red clambered off the bench. "Thank you. Now I need food."

I shook my head. For the world's best pianist, she wasn't the most fond of the instrument, it seemed. I tucked the bench under the piano and got up, following her downstairs.

"Ev! Are you hungry?" Red shouted, clearly unknowing of my presence almost directly behind her.

"Not really," I mused.

Red jumped in shock and hit her head on the bottom of a cupboard door. She winced and stood up, clutching the back of her head.

"Ev..." she groaned, her face screwed up in pain.

"Oh... sorry," I said, a little unsure on what to do.

"It's okay, just back it up a little, okay?" She smiled weakly and massaged her head.

"How far?" I looked down.

"1.5 meters? I'm not sure, standard social distancing length for a pandemic?" Red closed the cupboard.

I thought about it for a moment. "Which pandemic? Because the distance length would vary depending on a few factors-"

"Evermore," her words sounded like borderline pleas. "Just give me some space."

I blinked, confused. Nevertheless, I stepped away from my girlfriend and stood behind the kitchen counter. I looked down and picked at my fingers. I couldn't work out what I'd done wrong. Red seemed annoyed, exasperated, more like. Was it because of my questions? Or because I'd made her hit her head?

I looked back up at her, where she was putting something in the air fryer. "I'm sorry," I mumbled.

Red sighed and approached me. "Don't be, it's not your fault." My girlfriend picked up my hands, her thumbs caressing them.

"But it was my fault, I didn't give you space," I tilted my head. "And I made you annoyed, and it was my fault you hit your head."

"Okay, let me rephrase..." Red chewed her lip in thought. "I'm fine, and I'm not mad at you at all. Plus, it wasn't your fault that I hit my head. You just spooked me and it hurt so I snapped. I'm sorry, baby."

"But you didn't snap, you were just exasperated," I countered.

"There's no need to argue, it's fine. We can forget about this, okay?"

I frowned. "But we aren't arguing, we're just talking."

Red sighed and rested her head on my hands, which were held by hers. "You're correcting everything I say, baby."

"Because you were wrong."

"Ev, please." She was a little frustrated and a little fed-up looking. "Sometimes you don't need to correct everyone."

"Even if they're wrong?"

"Even if they're wrong." Red confirmed with a nod.

"Oh," I murmured. "But how do I do that?"

"You just sit quiet," my girlfriend shrugged.

I perked up a little. "I can do that."

"I know you can, you're an expert." Red smiled.

The air fryer beeped and Red dropped my hands. She turned around and pulled the bucket out before placing the contents on the counter on a plate. The scent of muffin filled my nose and I eyed the warm delicacy.

"Still not hungry?" Red chuckled knowingly, having noticed my expression.

I sheepishly kept quiet and Red slid the plate toward me.

"Eat it, I'll make myself something else."

I shook my head, "no it's yours. I don't want you to be hungry."

"Ev, just eat the damn muffin."

My face flushed and I nodded. I slowly began to eat, watching Red as she started to make herself a sandwich. I sat down, and soon she sat beside me with her plate. I picked up the muffin crumbs with my finger and scraped them into my mouth with my teeth.

Red wrapped an arm around me and rested her head on my shoulder. I did the same, my head on hers.

"What's got you so down baby?"

I sighed. "I don't know. I just feel sad as of now."

"That's okay," she rubbed my back. "Happens to the best of us."

I clenched my hands in my lap. "Red?"

"Yeah love?"

I bit the inside of my mouth, "I think there's something wrong with me."

"Maybe there is."

I was a little surprised by her response. "You think I'm fucked in the head as well?"

She smiled softly, "language."

I returned her smile.

"I think, my darling, that everyone is a little messed up somehow. Maybe some more than others." She shrugged. "Nobodies perfect."

I wrapped my arm around her. "You are."

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For those who wanted some Evermore and Red content, here ya go.

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