MisFits

The Sound of Music

"My boyfriend's having a Christmas party the day after tomorrow."

He glanced up from his desk to see her standing there, her face still dusted with pink even though they talked almost every day and hung out on the weekends. She was wearing a simple brown sweater and a ripped black scarf. Her hair had changed over the past few months. She had shaved off one side of her head, letting the other side grow out. It was still rather short, the tips just barely falling over her shoulder. Her boyfriend stood at a friend's desk, talking loudly about hockey.

"Yeah?"

She shuffled her feet. "So I could get you invited if you wanted to come."

He could tell that she wanted him to come. She had told him of many parties that her boyfriend had, all of which inevitably ending in her sitting alone with no one to hang out with. He wasn't really one to go to the parties that she had to go to, but he figured that if it could make her happy, he might as well.

"Alright. I'll go, but you have to do me a favor," he said, gathering his things and standing up. She looked up at him, her short stature reaching only to around his chest.

"And what would that be?" She asked with a smile.

"I want you to play for me." He shouldered his backpack, heading out of the room. She sighed, pulling out her phone to text him.

*tonight, at my house. Party is day after tomorrow. :)*

He did meet her at her house that night, walking past her disapproving parents into her room. She had changed into a Black Veil Brides t-shirt (her second favorite band) and a pair of grey leggings.

"Do you really want to listen to me play?" She asked in a fruitless attempt to back out of the deal. He plopped himself onto her bed and nodded, sitting crosslegged on her duvet. She smiled, shaking her head as she picked up her cello and bow, swiping rosin over it.

"Tell me when you get bored, it's about ten pages long," she said with a grin. He nodded for her to start. And she did.

And he swore that the sound of her music made him fall even more in love with her. She messed up a little at the beginning, her nerves getting the best of her, but the more she played, the more she forgot that he was even there listening to her. She swayed her head and closed her eyes as the music consumed her completely as he sat by and watched, falling so hard and so fast that it almost hurt. Her hair fell into disarray, falling in her face and sticking up in strange places as she continued deeper into the song.

He never grew bored, just felt his heart swelling at every bow stroke. How long it had taken her to master this, he a no idea, and he was amazed that she didn't play professionally. And then she stopped, her face pink and her eyes targeted at the floor.

"Why did you stop?" He asked, standing up and moving towards her.

"I finished." she blushed more, the pink spreading across her face like wildfire. "I told you to tell me when you got bored."

He shook his head, reaching out a hand to fix her flyaway hair that made him want to lean down and kiss her right then and there.

"I never did."