Imagine In Heaven (7MIH Imagines)

Hot For Teacher (Alex Imagine)

(Song used: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2OlAx4Dok38 )

"Your new piano teacher will be here in 15 minutes, so get ready!" My mom howled upstairs.

Piano lessons. I adored sinking my fingers into the keys and letting my fingertips do all the work, but I loved to hate and hated to love my teachers. My first teacher's name was Miss Leary. I had her when I was five to when I was around ten. She was young, nice, and she always looked forward to helping me succeed. She unfortunately got fired, due to there being too many people in her field.

Then, when I was around ten to fifteen, I had Ms. Rose. She was a very nice woman, but she was also very old. Old age leads to people going senile. I spent the whole five years trying to learn Fur Elise by Ludwig Van Beethoven, because she always thought I was playing different Cole Porter jazz standards. May her soul rest in peace.

My last piano teacher was as strict as could be. Her name was Mrs. Smirnov, but I used to always call her Mrs. Smirk Nod, because she never seemed to enjoy any piece I played. She had long brown hair in a high bun and frown lines around her mouth that made her look like the Chesire Cat. She was some immigrant from Russia. I had her from when I was fifteen to eighteen. She quit, because she missed the geese back home that used to shit all over her.

This teacher is a male. His name is Mr. Rogers. With my luck, I'll be playing "Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood" for the next fifty years, trying to escape his wrath. I haven't met him yet, but I'm sure he's old, mean, and ugly as ever. Mom says I need to give new people I chance. I respond by telling her she wastes her money on these lessons.

I put on my sweatshirt and sweatpants and put my hair in a messy bun. I almost debated on keeping my pajamas on and not brushing my hair. There's no use trying to look attractive if he isn't attractive himself. Then, I heard the door knock. I take a deep breath in, seeing what's left of my failed piano career, before opening the door. Holy shit, I was so wrong.

"Um, are you Mr. Rogers?" I question, looking down at the wooden floor and putting my hair behind my ears.

"Yeah, but you can call me Alex." He replied, before sitting down at the piano bench. "Care to sit next to me?"

"I'll always sit next to you." I reply with a smile, without thinking.

Alex furrowed his brows and tilted his head to the side. "That's good....because I'm going to be your piano teacher for a while."

I instantly feel my cheeks flush bright red and run over to sit on the bench, but try to sit as far away from him as possible. Why the hell did I say that? Now, I've probably ruined my chance at a friendship with this guy.

"Alright, can I hear a scale in the key of F?" He asked, looking over towards me with a friendly grin.

I began to play as he inched closer to me and put some sheet music on the stand.

"You can sight read, right?" He asked, before I nodded.

"Great!" He cheered. "You can play and I'll sing, and after that, I'll give you some feedback." He explained, before I started to play.

His voice had a sense of rawness to it, but at the same time, it calmed you down. It was sort of like a back scratcher in that sense. I've never met someone with a voice like a back scratcher before, but I promise, it was more romantic if you were there in person. Finally, I finished, looking to him for feedback. I noticed that by that point, his arm was around my left shoulder and his head was nuzzled into my right one.

"That was great. I can't wait to play stuff like that more often with you." He said, passionately.

"You're not going to leave to get shit on by geese in your home country of Russia, are you?" I fretted, with a sigh.

"What? I live here in Illinois!"