Red String Of Love

6.2

A/N:  Good News! It's my birthday so i decided to give you guys a present! Even though its not a chapter i hope you enjoy it!

 [“ I don’t get it? Why are you coloring in the circle?” I ask staring at the music sheet

“I just told you, it’s a note head and coloring the head indicates a quarter notes.” Marshall points with a grunt.

I asked Marshall to teach me how to read musical notes because I was quiet curious and few days later our music lesson started. But it turns out it s a lot harder than I thought. We were both sitting on his bed with lots of music sheets around us. The sun was setting bathing the room in orange hue.

“Well, it’s confusing.” I huff

“You know what? I think you will learn better with an actual guitar rather than music notes.” He suddenly says before getting off the bed and grabbing his red axe base guitar. “Here”

“Are you sure about it?” I ask because I know how precious the guitar is to Marshall and how he hates anyone touching it.

“Yeah, take it already.”

Gingerly I take the guitar from him and hold it the way I remember him holding it. The guitar’s a lot heavier than I thought. Marshall looks at me then properly corrects my hold before smiling in satisfaction. I strum the cords and smile at the sound it produces.

“Okay, can you try and play this?” asks Marshall showing me one of the music sheets

“Are you kidding?” I say in disbelief “I can’t play that!”

And that’s when the half hour of yelling begins, where Marshall tries to teach me play a guitar with and without a music sheet. And me not understanding what he’s talking about.

“For fucksake Gumball. A smartass nerd like you shouldn’t have a hard time with this!” he cries

“Chemistry and Math is a lot easier than this.” I mumble

“Are you for real?” he says horrified

Suddenly he jumps off the bed and runs out his room yelling, “I have an idea.”He returns fifteen minutes later with a paper tape.

“What’s that for?” I ask

“You’ll see.” He says before getting behind me and pulling me closer to him until my back is pressed against his chest. He then places his right hand atop my right and tapes our fingers together. His thumb over my thumb, his index finger over my index finger and so on.

“Ta-da!” he exclaims when the work is done wriggling our fingers. Then he adjusts the guitar properly and plays few notes. I keep my eyes ahead of me and try not to move too much. Marshall is so close I could the rise and fall of his chest, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. And really all that is very bad for my heart.

“You ready? Focus on my fingers.” I hear him say and I blush hard because his mouth is right next to my ear and his voice sends shiver down my spine.

“We’ll start with something simple and easy to remember, we wouldn’t want his highness confused right?” I feel him smile, and glob this is so cruel I want to turn around and see his expression, I want to kiss him. But all I do is nod once. Marshall moves my fingers, uh his fingers….er our fingers? Anyway he starts playing ‘Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star’ and I try to focus and concentrate on which string his hand is strumming, I swear I do. But his breath on my neck is very distracting and the way he’s humming in my ear is killing me.