Faith POV: I could tell Tim was a little nervous, and frankly I was too. But not like the bad kind of nervous. More like the butterflies in your stomach kind of nervous. "So, since you obviously play guitar, do you have one here?" I asked. "Sure do, here let me go get it." He said. He came back with an old beat up guitar in his hand. "It ain't that pretty anymore, but it still sounds good. I bought it a few years ago at a pawn shop." He began to randomly strum some cords. "Will you sing for me?" He asked me. I raised my eyebrows at him. "Come on, you're really good! I just wanna hear you sing something again." "Oh alright. What would you like me to sing?" "Hell, you can sing the yellow pages for all I care because you are that good!" I blushed a little. "That's definitely not true, but thank you....Let's see, do you know any Tammy Wynette?" "Mhm, how bout this one." He started to play Til I Can Make It On My Own and I sang along. About halfway through the song the lights went out and there was a big boom of thunder that shook the house. I jumped and out of reflex scooted closer to Tim. He put his guitar down and put his hand on my shoulder. "You alright?" "Yes, I just hate storms." "I'm gonna go grab a flashlight." He started to get up. "Wait!" I said as I grabbed his hand. "I'll come with you." "That scared huh?" He laughed. "Yes, please don't hold it against me." He held my hand and we walked to one of the hall closets. As Tim opened the closet door another big boom of thunder came and I practically jumped into his arms. He put one arm around me and used the other to feel around for the flashlight. Being this close to him felt amazing. It felt natural. I looked up at him, and even though it was dark, I could tell we were looking into eachothers eyes. For a few moments the whole world stood still as we both leaned in and shared a kiss.
