because of you » a.i. [EDITING]

14: a guitar person

weight of living, pt. II by bastille

"why not? i'd love to see you dance." he smiled like goofy. i shook my head.

"have you ever seen your dad dancing?"

"yeah."

"then you've seen me dancing."

he laughed. was i funny?

"you're impossible."

"you still like me," i teased.

"and you like me."

"and i hate you."

ouch. i couldn't help it.

"you're not fooling anyone."

"i'm not trying to."

"okay."

"can you teach me how to play the drums?" i said shyly. "i used to play them."

"did you? you look more like a.. guitar person."

i laughed. he grinned.

"yes i did. my old friend, john, was teaching me how to play guitar. but i got to, like, grade two in violin and then stopped having lessons because i was ignorant and wanted to teach myself. and i can play the piano, if that helps. but i've probably forgot."

"you just told me a lot."

"you're the only one who cares."