"Hey Finn?" Finn paused the video of his band that we were watching. "Yeah?" He asked "do you think you could teach me how to play guitar?" I asked him while giving him puppy dog eyes. "Yeah of course" he said smiling. He walked out of the room and I heard him walk downstairs. A few moments later Finn came back into the room holding a bass guitar. "Here" he said handing me the guitar. I took the guitar from his hands and set it on my lap. "Oh almost forgot!" He said while picking up a navy blue pick from his bedside table. "Isn't that your favorite pick?" I ask him. "Yeah but you can use it." "But what if I break it?" I asked him. "So what?" He says "it's just a pick" he says then he smiles at me again. "But it's your favorite" I say. "Just take it" he said and he placed it in my hand. He sat back down and started teaching me how to play the guitar. After learning about 3 chords my fingers started hurting, bad. "Finn can we stop please my fingers hurt bad." "Yeah" he says and he takes the guitar and pick and sets it off to the side. He comes back in front of me and picks up my hand and he starts kissing my fingers. "What are you doing?" I say while laughing. "I'm kissing your fingers to make them feel better." He says as he continues to kiss my fingers and as I continue to laugh.
Idk how I feel about this story😕 I don't really like it I might delete it 😅
~Worst story writer ever
