After school, Evan and I hopped back onto the bus and instead of going back to my house, I walked with him back to his. "Do you like The Beatles?" He asked, looking over at my shirt and smiling.
"No, I hate The Beatles!" I replied sarcastically, making him chuckle. Every time he chuckled it sent chills up my arms and my heart would start beating a mile a minute. "Yes, I do like The Beatles. Do you?"
Evan nodded. "Definitely! What's your favorite song of their's?"
"Hey Jude, and your's?"
"Same!" He grinned, making butterflies erupt inside of my stomach, I almost felt a little bit queasy and overwhelmed.
We made it to his house a couple minutes later after talking about The Beatles, his house was a lot bigger than how I pictured it being. It was painted light blue and the roof was black, there was tons of stairs up to his doorstep. For a moment, we just stood staring up at the house, my eyes wide and Evan's weary.
"My dad isn't home right now." He said like it was an afterthought. My mom made a strict rule never to go inside a house with a boy alone after what happened with Jared, but Evan seemed so innocent, opposite of a bad boy. I doubt that he would try anything.
I nodded my head and followed Evan up the steps and inside, it seemed even bigger on the inside. My eyes widened even more as I looked around, it was absolutely beautiful. Evan looked like he wanted to leave at that very moment. He tossed his bag on the floor by the door and took my hand into his.
We walked upstairs towards his room, this felt awfully familiar. My heart was raising and my hands felt numb, I felt dizzy and my throat was closing up like I was about to burst into tears. Evan walked into his room and I followed him, but he kept his door open which was sort of a relief.
His guitar was laying against his wall at the foot of his bed. I stared around at his room. His walls were painted dark baby blue, his bed with a black comforter leaned against the wall beside a window looking over the front yard. Posters of The Beatles, Imagine Dragons, and various other bands decorated the walls. There was a small bookcase, the bottom shelf filled with old text books and the top one with a couple old classics. The other two shelves were littered with mini figurines, some I soldiers, others pirates.
There was a dark brown dresser against the wall across from his bed. Evan picked up his dark brown guitar that matched his dresser and he sat down on his bed, patting the spot next to him. My heart sounded so loud in my ears that I swear he could hear it too, I hesitantly sat down next to him.
Evan stared at me for a minute as if suddenly realizing that I was incredibly uncomfortable and knowing exactly why. He gave me a soft, reassuring smile that made me feel a little bit better. He put his guitar in my lap, placing one of my shaking hands on the handle part... Thing and the other on the bottom part. I didn't really know what they were called, okay?
My hands were still shaking violently, but Evan placed his hands over mine, steadying them. My breaths were trembling. He arranged my fingers in certain positions on the guitar and moved them on his own until I finally got the hang of it. We were silent the whole time.
Soon enough, I was able to play twinkle twinkle little star, what an improvement. He smiled at me the whole time that I played, I couldn't help but laugh a little when I finished. This was pretty pathetic.
"As you can see, I'm incredibly talented when it comes to instruments. Just wait, tomorrow I will be able to play something totally complicated super fast and sing at the same time." I told him jokingly.
Evan chuckled, making my fingertips tingle and my heart thud fast again. "You're actually doing quite well." He told me, winking. I laughed a little but set the guitar back against his wall just for an excuse to stand up and get away from his bed. "Wait, I want to play you something." He said just before I set it down.
