Selfish :: Raegan Beast

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"So uh, what happened to your wrist?" Raegan asked, glancing down at the brace placed on my right arm.

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"Oh, I had to walk home today and I kinda wasn't looking where I was going. Long story short, I slipped on ice and now my wrist is sprained." I said looking down at my now purple wrist.

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"Yikes."

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"Yeah, it sucks."

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"Okay so I did some research a little while ago on older songs that we could play and I found this one that I think we could pull off," he said as he sat down in a chair in front of a computer desk. "It's called House of the Rising Sun by Woody Guthrie. (a/n: hello i love paper towns & if you get the reference comment below !) It's a little slow but it's pretty good, and we could definitely do it with just the two acoustic guitars," he said, joy evident in his voice.

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"Lemme hear it," I said.

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He pressed play and the song began; it was old and slow, but I loved it.

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"Yeah, we can definitely do that; but we have one small problem," I said, gesturing to my sprained wrist. "I'm a leftie, so I can still play, but it might be harder for me to hold the guitar with this stupid brace on."

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"Uh okay, do you have a guitar strap?" he asked.

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"No, I've been meaning to buy one but I'm never really have any time to," I said, looking down at the ground.

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"That's okay, I have two. You can borrow one, if you'd like?" He asked, looking up at me. 

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"Um, okay sure, thanks."

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"Yeah, no problem. I have all my guitar stuff set up downstairs so I'll print out the notes that we need to play and then we can go down there," he said, directing his attention back to the computer screen where he typed fast.

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He printed out the lyrics and notes and I followed him down two flights of stairs into what seemed to be a music room. There was a piano in the corner, a microphone stand, a music stand so he could read his sheet music easily, and a guitar gently leaning against the wall.

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"Um, I don't have my guitar with me..." I trailed off.

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"I know, I figured we could just focus on the lyrics today and then learn the guitar part tomorrow," he said and I looked at him, "or whenever we meet up again," he said. He blushed and turned his head away from me.

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wait, he what.

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"So let's get started." I took the sheets of music from his hands, my fingers softly grazing against his.

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He looked at me and said, "Okay, ready? One, two, three..." 

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and we began singing. 

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