waste of your time

Part title

Music is a piece of art that goes to the ears and straight to the heart.
When we first met, the music of your voice reached my heart and soul and I knew,
That I had to be yours.
It was meant.
And so it became,

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Chapter 1
Mac Miller - June 2016

I sit on the corner of the mixing table and glance around the studio. The lighting is dim but luminous and there is an unusual silence. I feel butterflies, smiling to myself as I think of her. Why am I so nervous? We are good friends we've met so many times. But why was this different?

I hope that the condom doesn't slip out of my pocket whilst we're recording.

My mind is racing.
I glance over at the sheet music I've laid out on the table. "My Favorite Part"

I hum the melody to myself, thinking of her warm dark eyes and smooth, sexy skin-
sexy? I've got to snap out of it, I'm only a friend to her.

I glance over at the sheet music again and hope that when she sings it that She doesn't think I'm completely in love with her -
Fuck it. I am.
I'm completely in love with this beautiful woman. If she doesn't love me back, I hope I can at least heal her heartbreak with a one night stand.

Ari has been single for several weeks now. I'm the first one she called when it happend. I remembered hearing her crying over the phone and being so scared that she wasn't ok.
She'll be alright though. I'll show her how much I love her, make her feel better.

My train of thought is immediately interrupted as I hear the door swing open.

My eyes to gaze into a pair of large twinkling brown orbs.
"Hey Malcom" she cooed in her honey sweet voice. My lips part into a smile. She grins at me and jumps.

"Ari-" she jumps onto me with her arms spread wide. I can smell her sweet perfume as I catch her mid air and hold her tight.

" I missed you Mac." She whispers in my ear gently.

I feel a shiver run through my body.
"I missed you too." I set her down, blushing.

I glance at her head to toe. She is wearing a dark, oversized sweatshirt, big enough to be mine, tiny white shorts and shiny black gogo boots. Her hair is down and it looks stunning.

"You done?" She giggles and I realised I must have been staring at her for a long time.

I smile and hand her the music. "Let's go Ari."

I escort her into the booth with my hand on her waist, not that I needed to. She puts on a pair of vintage glasses to read the music. She looks good in glasses... really sexy.