#1 Over And Over Again [Tristan Maxted]

Chapter 17

JUNE'S P.O.V.:

"Guitar time?" Tris asked, "Let me go ask my uncle." I answered.

Mark happily gave me his guitar, but he did make me swear on my life that I would be extremely careful with his precious baby.

"Where do we sit?" I asked as I walked into my room, holding my uncle's guitar. "Come here." Tris said. I climbed onto the bed and sat next to him.

"Not there, here." Tristan took hold of my waist and lifted me up, which lead to me letting out a little yelp. A second later I was sitting in Tristan's lap.

"So, have you picked out a song?" he asked me, his chin resting on my shoulder which made shivers run down my spine.

"I didn't just want to pick any song." I told him, "If for whatever reason I am only able to play one song, ever, it should be a song that really means something. So I chose the song that kicked off my whole music obsession."

"Which is?"

"What Makes You Beautiful."

"One Direction? Really?" Tristan questioned.

"Yes, yes, my music taste has evolved a lot, I know. But this song still means a great deal to me." I explained.

Tristan put his arms around me so he could hold the guitar in front of me, "I can't teach you the whole thing though; I only really know the first half."

"That's fine." I said, turning my head, "Thank you." I kissed his cheek. His arms tightened around me for a few moments in response; a hug.

Tristan first played the song for me so I could get a rough idea of how it was done. After that he broke it up in smaller segments and attempted to teach me them, one by one.

Attempted is the key word here, I was failing miserably.

"I give up! I am now officially hopeless! Maybe I should apply for a job at Hopeless Records, I could bring people coffee."

"What?" Tris asked, "Nothing."

"You're not hopeless." he said, "If we try a few more times you'll get the hang of it."

I know that was supposed to be reassuring, but it didn't do the trick.

"Or you just sit there and play for me." I suggested.

"Ha ha,very funny McKean, but we haven't given up yet."

"I have."

I wriggled out of Tristan's grip to emphasize my point.

Tris put Mark's guitar to the side and started tickling me. I squirmed under his touch, hiccuping with laughter. Tears starting rolling down my cheeks as I tried to push Tristan off me.

"Okay! You win!" I gave in with my hands in the air. Tris finally got off me, letting me breathe.

There was a sudden emptiness; I had wanted him to stop, but now I felt cold for some reason. Could Tristan please stop messing with my feelings?

"Good, get on. We're giving this another shot. You are not hopeless." I got back on Tris's lap and the warm feeling returned, my limbs were burning up with some invisible fire.

I think I now found the answer to the question that had been burning a hole into my brain. If someone makes you feel the way Tristan makes me feel you must love them. There was no other way to describe what was happening inside of me. This couldn't just be some crush. I think I finally knew.

Tris guided my fingers over the strings, making sure that I played the right chords at the right moments.

It didn't help though.

Don't get me wrong: I was not messing up on purpose.

When Tris let go of my hands so I could try on my own I messed up the rhythm which always lead to me playing the wrong chords as I tried to catch up.

"Let's face it; I will never be able to play the guitar. However, I might have some potential when it comes to the piano."

"Challenge accepted." Tris said.

"You can't be serious. You want to waste even more time on me?" I asked in disbelief.

"Of course I do, I'm not giving up on you." he told me, hugging me from behind.

That was the moment he officially stopped trying to teach me how to play the guitar; he had finally accepted that I was hopeless. At least, that's what he told me.

"Oh, I have something for you." I decided this was the right moment to give him my gift.

As I sat back on the bed I handed him the bag from HMV. Tris pulled the Busted shirt out of it and stared at the shirt in disbelief.

"You-You-You really didn't have to." he stammered, "But I wanted to." I reassured him.

"I love you!" Tristan exclaimed.

"Do you really?" I asked.

Author's Note:

I just started to watch Supernatural and I think I'm gonna lose the last shred of my sanity as this thing has 11 seasons and is ongoing! Oh and can I just mention that Dean Winchester gives me a serious case of the feels?

Heh heh. Okay, I'm done.

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XOXO Nina