chapter ten
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Now, it looks really bad for her to be caught in a bedroom with a 17 year old boy in the middle of the night.
And it's just her luck that she did not get caught. But it was close. Just as close as how Lana was going to kiss him. But she didn't.
"Play me another song." Lana requested, leaning back against his bed frame, crossing her legs as she watched him strum the chords.
"Like what?"
"Anything."
"Ever heard Something? By The Beatles?" He questioned. Lana nodded, struck at the fact that she hasn't heard the song in years. Sebastian chuckled. "It was literally the first song I ever learned. I still remember the whole set of chords."
"Its a classic to be honest."
"You're a Beatles fan?"
"I wouldn't say a fan." Lana said, feeling slightly embarrassed. "My mother has this old record player, and when I was younger, she used to play the vinyl on repeat. I grew up humming to their songs every Friday night."
Now, that wasn't a lie. Her mother was an active listener of the Beatles. And every Friday night, she would play the record while Lana, who was only around 6 at the time, played with her toys in the guest bedroom. Of course, that was before it got bad. Before she heard her mother's drunk screams surpass the playing record, damaging the beautiful memory it once was.
"Wanna hear?" Sebastian said, a hint of excitement behind his tone. Lana thought it was sweet, the way his honey gold eyes lit up with every strum of his guitar. It was mesmerizing to see that, as Lana never really felt that passionate towards anything. She nodded, and he started, singing gently the lyrics of the song.
"Something in the way she moves,
Attracts me like no other lover,"
His voice strung and deep. She would do anything to be like him. Talented.
Sebastian glanced up midway from the song, and stopped strumming, and instead - sang the lyrics softly, eyes locked with hers.
"I don't wanna leave her now,
Something in the way she moves,"
Lanas' smile hardened, and based on the dreary look Sebastian was giving her. It was no coincidence that he choose that song. He wanted her to know, that he liked her. Honestly, deeply liked her.
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