We all have had that awkward time in our lives when we have had or still have a crush on a person or thing that isn't real. If you are reading this book then you probably still do...Well your not alone! We all have a problem and I'll help you with y...
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You roam around the streets of New Orleans with a shawl over your head. People walk around you to avoid awkward apologizes. Rats scurry across the cobblestone tracks to the other side of the road where the street lights illuminate the way around things without falling flat on your face. You keep your head low and make your way to the harbor, where your house stands in the marsh. It was a plantation home, you weren't a farmer though, it was just there when you bought it.
You stroll through the gates and walk in brushing side by side with weeping willows, their branches stretching out to touch you. You hop up step by step to the large exterior door decorated by colums. You open the door to the sound of piano notes floating through the air. You smile at the calming music being played and walk across the lobby. You stop in front of the large office where the music was originating. Inside was your 'housemate' in his own little bubble of composing. "Lestat?" He jumps at the sound of your voice and hits a wrong note. "Y/n! How many times have I told you not to do that?!" He shouts. You smile and giggle at his outrage. "Why do you continuously do that?" "It's nice to see you make a different emotion rather than lust or hunger once in a while." He lifts and eyebrow and sighs.
This was a daily occurrence in this household. He allows you to go to market, you come back; he's always worried you won't come back, but you do. You scare him then he scolds you. At first you always apologized and told him what he needed to hear but later that same time period you stopped.
He sits back down. You lift up the edge of your dress and walk over to him and sit down on the small seat. "Y/n you can't play." "Who says I can't?" You mock him. You play around with the keys until you play a tune your mother used to play.
(Play video) Corpse Bride piano duet
He notices the tune but has no clue what you are doing. You begin you play a bit more before he copies the rhythm on his side. You smile and continue. The faster the you went the more you both played in tune and together. Lestat looks over his shoulder at you to see both eyes of yours were closed and you were lost within the song. He smiles a bit then plays more and more. "So you can play." He says in the middle of playing. You nod and ignore his chatter. He plays faster then before to try and get you to talk back to him. It doesn't work instead you play along with the speed.
You could hear him give out a small groan and continue to play, annoyed by your silence. You giggle and stop. "Why do you want me to talk? Normally you'd want me to 'shut it' or 'Silence!'" You copy his tone of voice. He rolls his eyes. "W-Well I'm used to you having a witty response after everything I say." You lift an eyebrow. "Are you sure you don't just want to hear the sound of my voice?"
You reply jokingly. He looks away. "Wait your serious??" He tightens his lips, trying not to let anything he wouldn't want to say out. You smile. "No wonder your protective of me." He turns to you. "Yes! Yes. Ok?" You continue to smile. You lean over the chair and peck his cheek.
