Simply On My Lips - Matthew Bellamy [MUSE]

Chapter One

A giddy smile spread across my face as I sat down on my front porch, a shiny new acoustic guitar resting in my lap. It was a gorgeous satin Maton with a rosewood fret board and the sound that came out of it was to die for. I let my fingers dance over the strings, strumming out the first medley that sprung to mind. This guitar may have been bribery, but it definitely made the whole moving house scenario a lot easier to bear.

About a month ago, my dad was offered a transfer in his company to a smaller town. He would be earning a much bigger wage but working longer hours, so the outcome was good and bad at the same time. It would be hard not seeing my dad as much throughout the week, but it was going to be even harder not seeing my friends at all. We all promised we’d stay in touch as much as possible, but growing apart was inevitable with the enormous distance shoved between us.

I laid my guitar down next to me, letting out a sigh as I closed my eyes and leant back into my hands. I was beginning to dread my first day of school here. It’s not that I wasn’t a social person, I was actually pretty confident, but the thought of being branded ‘the new kid’ was making me feel nervous.

What were the kids like in this town? Were they all stuck-up bitches and jerks? Or was this a town where all the future criminals of the world were isolated so they couldn’t corrupt any other human beings? Whatever the people were like here, I was going to find out sooner or later. My eyes flew open as I heard someone let out a small cough.

A boy who looked to be around my age was standing at the end of my driveway, watching me. I could only just slightly make out his features from where I was sitting but from what I could see, he was quite good looking. At the time I didn’t quite know what to do. The millions of questions were running through my head. Do I break the eye contact in hopes that he gets bored and walks away? Or should I smile and initiate a conversation? Maybe it would be better off just to ignore him and go inside. But what if he goes to my school? I don’t want him telling everyone that I’m a rude twat that runs away from people. Oh crap, did he just say something to me?

“Sorry, did you say something?” I asked, trying to fight the blush away that was threatening to break out.

A small smirk played on his lips. Oh boy. “I was just asking if you played.”

My features scrunched up in confusion and I tilted my head to the side. “Played what?”

“Well, if I’m not mistaken, that is a guitar you have there.” He took a few confident steps forward and it was then that I realised he wasn’t just ‘quite good looking’ as I so stupidly stated before. He was quite possibly the most gorgeous specimen of the male variety that I had set my eyes upon in the entire 17 years of my life. Pale skin, dark hair, blue eyes... Need I say more? Just staring into those baby blue eyes was starting to make me feel weak at the knees. I shook myself out of my trance, trying to play it cool as if I hadn't just been checking him out intensely.

"No, I don't play. I just like sitting out here with this guitar in hopes that I'll pick up a stranger off the street." Smooth, Abigail. Win him over with your lame sarcasm.

A grin spread across his face almost making my heart skip a beat. "Well, it's definitely winning me over."

I raised my eyebrow, a small smile playing on my lips. "So... Do you play?"

"I dabble." He shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes sweeping over my guitar once again.

"Could you play me something?" As soon as the question left my mouth, his eyes met mine in an almost nervous look. "Please?" I added, giving him my best puppy dog look.

He rolled his eyes in a playful way. "Fine." I grinned as I picked up my guitar and handed it over to him. "But only if you promise me something."

I tilted my head as he slowly began to close the distance between us. "And what might that be?"