You began heading to your guitar class, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and saw that it was Elliott.
"Hey, you. You have nice music tastes."
"You too." You blushed a little.
"Hey, what class do you have next?" He asked.
"Guitar."
"Aw, sweet! I have guitar next too!" He smiled a little. "Let's walk together."
"Sure." You talked about some stuff, mostly bands, until you got to class. When you arrived, you noticed the teacher looked like a bit of a hipster.
"Hey boys and girls, welcome to our class. I am Mr. Walter, and I will be your teacher." He went to talk a little more about the class.
"Now, we didn't expect you to bring your guitars today, but I do have some over there you can use. Are there any volunteers who would like to play a song for us?"
"I'll go!" Elliott raised his hand.
"Awesome! You can choose between the electric and acoustic guitars back there."
"I'll use electric." He plugged the guitar into the amp and began to play the song Dirty Little Secret by All American Rejects. And he was good, too. Like REALLY good. You were a bit blown away. When he was done, the whole class clapped.
"My, my, you've got a lot of talent there, kid." Mr. Walter told him.
"Eh, it was okay, I guess."
"Really? That was awesome!" You shouted. Why did he seem so doubtful?
After class, you looked at each other's schedules to see what other classes you had together.
"Nice, we also have art together." He noticed.
"I love art!" You exclaimed. (For the sake of this story let's just assume you do) But for now you had to head to math class, which you didn't share together. But eh, you can't have em all.
When lunch time came around, Elliott sat with you. You talked with him, and realized you had very similar interests. And okay, you knew you just met him, but..........wow, was he cute!!!!!!! You already had a huge crush on him. But the real question is, did he like you back?
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Emo Guy X Reader
RomansaYou had just moved from your old home to a town in Maryland, where you will meet the love of your life.