We woke at the same time. I assumed that his head must have been hurting just as much as mine was, as he had a lot more alcohol than me last night.
It felt awkward for me.
I didn't know whether it was because of the little moment we had last night or what. Bruno probably didn't even remember it anyway.
"Im gonna go to the store and get some pills, my head kills." He walked out the door. I smiled slightly as he was still wearing the same outfit that he wore to the party. He crashed and fell asleep in the same clothes I guess.
Whilst he was gone I could spend all the time I wanted in the bathroom. Usually he would moan at me and tell me to hurry up, therefore I took full advantage of the time I had.
I blow dried my hair and straightened it for once, applying a small amount of makeup and throwing on a casual, skinny jeans, grey T-shirt and a cute cardigan.
Just as I walked out the bathroom Bruno walked in, holding two plastic bags.
"I thought you just went to get pills."
He shrugged, "thought I'd get us some more junk food, best hangover cure right?"
"I guess so." I was startled to think that he was actually willing to share his food with me.
Before he bought a bag of Cheetos and when I asked for one he glared at me as if I had just insulted him deeply.
For the rest of the morning we literally slouched around the room eating our hangover away.
Every now and then Bruno would light a cigarette, which still irritated me to a certain extent but I learned to deal with it.
He picked up his guitar, playing a few chords which I didn't recognise.
"Did you make that up?"
He nodded, his eyes still on the strings. "Yeah."
"It's good."
"Thanks."
"Who taught you how to play guitar?" I asked curiously, his teacher must have been very talented.
He shook his head smiling, "I taught myself. As a kid I watched and picked everything up from my family."
I was fascinated, "that's incredible."
I could play piano quite well, but that was only because since the age of three my parents started paying huge amounts of money on music classes for me. Whilst I took those classes I learnt to sing also.
Bruno smiled at me slightly, "well thanks."
I didn't like the fact that we were finally warming up to one another and bonding. He was still an ass and I wasn't willing on being anyone else but his roommate, not even a friend.
"Do you want to learn?"
I sat up on my bed, "what?"
"I'll teach you how to play guitar. It'll help you out in song writing class."
I hesitated but Bruno off his bed and hobbled his way over the room.
He plunked himself beside me, passing me an acoustic guitar from his huge collection.
I felt uncomfortable with him on my bed but it would've been rude to tell him to go away.
I held the guitar in position.
"Now what?"
He pointed to the different strings, explaining each note and putting them together to make different chords.
It actually wasn't as hard as I expected. The calm atmosphere he was sending out made it a lot easier for me to understand everything, and actually I enjoyed it.
In a matter of twenty minutes I was playing various different chords, with Bruno bobbing his head next to me.
"You're good." He said.
"Thank you."
Just as my confidence was building up more and more I decided to try a new chord.
My finger slipped to the wrong string and it sounded awful. I laughed, feeling quite embarrassed.
Bruno chuckled too. Then he made quite an unexpected action...
He suddenly extended his arm around me, placing his hand on top of mine.
"You put your finger here." He moved my hand gently to the right string. It felt strange having him leaning over me, his arm around my whole body.
I snapped away, giving him the guitar back.
He looked shocked and I jumped up quickly onto my feet.
I laughed uneasily, "I just need to go to the bathroom. Two seconds."
I locked myself in the bathroom, feeling confused and kinda embarrassed. What the fuck just happened?
I was being taught how to play guitar and the next thing I know me and Bruno were having a little moment together being all touchy and mushy.
No no no no no.
I could not let this pretty little fuckboy distract me from things. I must put my work first.
Awkwardly I walked out of the bathroom to find the room empty.
Thank god.
But then I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach, did I offend him in anyway?
Or has he just gone off to find his usual group of girls to play with?
Hopefully neither.
