Maybe Tomorrow (completed)

Chapter six

TrisPOV

We finally make it into my room.
I'm so nervous, I have to tangle my fingers in the holes of my shirt to keep them from shaking off.

I hope it's not that noticeable.

Why am I nervous in the first place?
Oh right, I'm going to play the piano in front of Four.

The hottest guy in the school.

But the one you spilt your guts on.

I open the door, and take a second breather.
It's okay.

It's fine. It's just Four.

We walk in, and he takes a look at my room.

"Nothing much." I say.

He smiles.

"What are you talking about? This is your room, so it isn't just nothing." He says.

"Sweet." I say, laughing.

He grins at me.

"So, what do you want to do first?" I say.

"Well, we can talk, if you want, or dive into playing music."

"It doesn't matter. What do you want to do?"

"Whatever you want to do." He says.

I roll my eyes.

Oh course.

"Do you want to just play?" The words slip out of my mouth.

Shit.

"Sure. I would love to hear you play me a song. Any song." He says.

Great.

I sigh.

"Sure."

I walk over to my piano, and sit down.
What should I play?

The a song comes to mind.

"You ready?" I ask him.

"Yep. Go ahead."

Then a song comes to mind.
My hands are shaking a little.
I take a deep breath, and I start to play.

"Oh! I know this song." He says.
"A Requiem for a Dream right?"

I nod.
"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Well, actually I heard you playing it before, and I recorded a piece of it and looked it up. I promise I deleted it." He says.

That's not creepy at all.
We don't say anything after that.
I just keeping playing the piece.

He hums along with it.
His voice is really soothing.

I hum along with him, but I hum the Supra no part, and he does the alto.

I can't sing that low.