Stories in a Song

Red Guitar - M

He sat there across the school yard.
"I can't believe you like him." My best friend was poking at her salad, making it look like she was eating. I rolled my eyes.

"He's different. He's very... Unique."I glanced over at him, laughing with his friends. I wanted to be there with them.

"As if. He and his dorky friends are a bunch of losers." I stood. I had had enough of this.

"Y/F/N, if all you can say about him is you think he's weird, then fine. You have fun with your ball playing jerks who treat you like a blow up." She and a few people around us went silent. I walked away and dropped my trash off. As I headed for the library, I glanced over at Michael. He smiled and waved at me. I blushed as I waved back to him.
"If you like him so much, why are you walking past him?" Y/F/N called over at me. I felt my blush deepen as I walked faster up the steps and into the building. I hid behind one of the brick pillars in the hall and breathed, trying to calm myself from embarrassment. There was a window to my left and I glanced out, back at the courtyard. Michael's friends had gone back to laughing and joking, but he was looking around, his red guitar in his lap. He seemed to be looking for someone. I stood and continued to the library.
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The end of the day finally came, and I rushed out the doors to my car. "Please don't see me, please don't see me." I thought to myself as I saw Michael and his mates over waiting for their ride, Ashton. I pulled on the door of my car and it didn't budge. This happened all the time. I paused for a moment in my daily battle with the my car, when I heard guitar music. Peeking over my car, I saw Michael playing, while Luke and Calum were singing. His guitar was a bit out of tune, but the way he played it made it not matter. He was like magic with it. As they finished their song, an original they called "Gotta Get Out", Michael looked straight at me. I blushed and ducked my head and started my fight with the door again, hoping he wouldn't come over.
"Uh, hi." He said, peeking around the corner of the car. Dang it.

"Uh, hey." I straightened and tried to look like I wasn't blushing tomato red.

"Are, um, having- having trouble with your door?" I glanced up at him. Was he blushing?

"Oh! No this is normal. I usually end up kicking the door before it will open when I get out in the morning. The afternoons are worse because I have to pry it open." I clamped my mouth shut. I sounded so stupid. He smiled a little.

"Mind if I give it a try?" He looked over at his mates, who I noticed were grinning and laughing in our direction. I waved him foreword and let him try. He tugged on it once, but the second time, it popped right open. My jaw dropped.

"How did you do that?" He smirked.

"Manly strength and charm," he winked and we both laughed. "I actually hit this button here in the handle." I walked over to look where he was pointing.

"I can't see it. Where did you say it was?" He slid my hand into his and it took all my energy not to jump like a cat in water. He guided my hand to the button and pushed, letting me feel where it was. "Oh," I said softly. I turned to him, but his hand still had mine. I stared for a moment and he blushed, dropping my hand when he noticed what he was doing. He moved it to the back of his neck, trying to play it cool I suppose.

"So, um, y/n, right that is your name, right?" He was babbling a bit. I nodded. I heard the horn of a car, presumably his friend Ashton's. He flipped him the bird and turned back to me. "So, y/n, would you like to... Uh to go get some coffee, maybe sometime?" Internally I squealed. How was I keeping my cool? Outwardly, I nodded.

"Uh, yeah Coffee sounds great." I blushed. Was he asking me out on a date?

"Um ok cool. So uh, Friday? After school? I'd offer today, but I kinda have band practice." The horn on the car went off three times in quick succession. He glared.

"Friday sounds great." I said, gently tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Uh, great! So see you then." He waved and headed over to the car, his guitar bouncing at his hip. It was covered in little scars, one of the strings was loose, his strap was frayed. I paused for a moment.

"Hey, Michael?" I called. He spun and looked at me. "Any chance I could maybe... Come watch this 'band practice'?" I casually asked. He looked at me blank for a second and held up one finger to tell me to wait. He turned to the guys and they must have said yes cause he called to me.

"Come on! Just follow Ashton!" He grinned.

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A few hours later I was sitting in awe watching this boy play his red guitar. He grinned at me as he sang and I noticed something. His eyes were shy, but his guitar made him confident, and it made me love that red guitar even more.
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I watched back stage as he played his new guitar, black with yellow x's. He looked a million times more confident than he did with that red one. But he would still play it for me sometimes. And it's ok. His hair was red enough to make up for it.
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Song: Red Guitar - Kris Allen
PC: Michael - Instagram

So I feel like this wasn't the best but I had fun writing this. 😊