You were a music geek, and just about everyone knew it. You could play just about an musical instrument there was, from piano to tuba to bagpipes. And everyday after school, you spent at least an hour with the school’s instruments, in the music room. It was a Friday, after school, and like any other day, you stopped at your locker and grabbed your composition book and began to walk across the building to the music room. There, as per the normal, you would go into one of the soundproof rooms and start plucking away on your guitar, and writing lyrics in your comp book. You always wrote songs, but no one had ever heard them.
Today was a special day though, you just didn’t know it yet. When you got to the band room, there was a few more people than usual and that didn’t bother you. Until you realized that one of those people was Max. And that did bother you. He was so hot, and he was a really nice person too. He was holding a guitar, and when you realized it was yours, you were livid. He was touching your baby.
You had always had a soft spot for guitar, and you didn’t even know that he played, but the fact that he was playing your guitar, was not making the situation any better. You walked up to him, and said, “Hey, um…that’s my guitar.”
“Yeah, I was just admiring it, and when I saw that it was vintage, I just had to play a few chords, to see what it sounds like.” he said.
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ou weren’t as mad now, but you still were a little irritated. “Oh, that’s fine.” you said. “I didn’t know that you played.”
“I don’t really tell a lot of people, but I guess that’s too late.” he replied.
“Yeah, the big secret’s out.” you giggled. It was fun talking to him, you realized that he was an even nicer guy than you thought, and the way he held a guitar only made him hotter.
“Do you write?” he asked you.
“Huh?” You looked down at your comp book, and understood that he had noticed it. “Oh, yeah, I write. I just don’t tell a lot of people.”
“Well I guess the secret’s out.” he smiled as he mimicked you. “Can I hear something?”
“Oh…Um…” you looked around, avoiding his eyes. “Nothing’s really ready yet, they’re not complete.”
“I understand, songs take a while.” he said, nodding in agreement. “Can I play you one of mine?”
You nodded, and he smiled as he began to strum. The chord progressions sounded fantastic and you were entranced by the music.
He began to sing to the chords, and the harmonies were great, and it was all around, a great song. It was fun and lively, and upbeat. It was talking about a girl, and how over the course of time he had fallen for her.
As good as a song as it was, your heart kind of fell due to the fact that he was talking about a girl, and getting the courage up to ask her out. But the song softened the blow.
He was about to finish the song, you could tell cause the chords were repeating themselves and the tempo was slowing. He continued to sing until the last line of the song.
“And Y/N, please go out with me…” He strummed the last chord, and it left you gaping at him in shock.
“Will you go out with me?” he asked. Smiling at you.
“Huh, uh, um, yeah? No, wait- yes!” you stuttered, and he smiled even more at your cuteness.
He hugged you and you looked up at him and said, “That was really well rehearsed.”
He looked down at you and smiled even more, “Well I’d had a lot of time to think about it.”
