"Are you a morning person?" I asked.
"Yeh, my family is all" he said.
I asked him earlier to sing for me but he said his throat was sore. I want sure if that was an excuse or what...but I didn't want to be pushy about it ...
"Right I'll sing for you" he said.
He could read my mind. I smirked.
"How can you read my mind? Are you a prophet?"
"No I just saw you drifting away since I said I wouldn't but I do read your eyes"
"Why can't you see it?" He said.
"See what?" I asked.
He put a hand in his hair.
"Nevermind" he said.
"I hate when people say nevermind" I said, standing up.
"You know I dance and you sing...we could start something" I said.
"Don't even joke. I would be serious to start anything with you.." He said.
For some reason I thought he was on about something else.
But I was overthinking, again.
"Show me what you can dance to and I'll sing" he smirked.
"Dance here? Are you out of your mind?" I said.
"Nobody's here anymore they are cleaning etc." He said.
And then he turned the music on..
"Right I'll sing first...if you want to create a band I want to see your level and you ll see mine of singing" he said.
After a while he took a guitar.
Jesse McCartney - Beautiful soul
I couldn't dance to that...I did modern dancing...
I stared at him.. He had such an amazing voice oh my god.
Why has he never went to The Voice or something?
"Am I crazy for wanting you......I don't want another pretty face .....I want you and your beautiful soul....you're the one I want to chase...I wouldn't let another minute go to wastee.." He sang.
I fell in love with his voice.
I started clapping. He was good at playing guitar too.
"See am I wrong for thinking we could be something for real..." He whispered still singing another tune before placing the guitar back to where it was.
"You're actually really good...I'm surprised Mr.Obsessed with me is such a good singer " I said smiling.
"It takes a lot of courage to sing infront of a girl you like.." He said.
Why did he say things that left me speechless?
"Are you going to dance?" He asked.
"I can't, your song was beautiful and I dance modern so what even..." I said.
"You think too much.."
"I'll take off my shoes if I do really ..."
I connected my iPod to this radio nearby and the song started playing. It was really weird having him watching me dance and I was embarrassed.
"Go on" he raised an eyebrow.
Was he testing me?
I shook my head.
