✓ REVERIE | F. HARGREEVES

Guitar Girl

You have the power to translate any language just by hearing it, but it also works for interments. You have a crap ton of instruments in your room btw.

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I hum quietly as I flip the page on my book, engulfed in this fictional world.

Just then, a very angry Five storms into my room. He paces and runs his hands through his hair.

I watch him intently, a raised eyebrow. I close my book and set it on my nightstand. "You alright, Five?" I ask skeptically.

He grunts in frustration. "I just, ugh! People are so annoying sometimes!" He yells, punching a wall.

"Hey what did that wall ever do to you?" I ask sarcastically, a small smile forming on my lips. He rolls his eyes playfully and continues to pace. "Watch the guitars!" I tell his as he maneuvers around the objects scattered around the floor.

I sigh at eh sight of my boyfriend. I plug in a guitar to the speakers, plugging in the amp. I force Five to sit down, shoving the guitar into his hands. "Y/n, you know I can't play."

"Just try. It helps me calm down. Getting the anger out in the song." I place a pick in his hands.

He sighs and puts the pick up dramatically, stunning down. He looks at me with awe. "That was fucking awesome!"

"I know! Hold up," I run over to the speaker and put it on full volume.

"Can't people hear us?" He asks.

I go over and close and seal it. "Soundproof."

He smiles and starts strumming at a fast pace, heavy metal coming from the electric guitar.

"The louder you do it, true better you'll feel!" I scream over the song.

We continue to jam out, our hair going every which way and we jump to the beat.

He strums a final note and sits back in the chair. "That... was... epic!" He shouts, he smile forming on his lips, showing his dimples. I kiss his cheeks right where the dimples are and peck his lips. "Thanks Y/n, I really needed that."

I cup his face and he leans over the guitar, his lips capturing mine. My hand goes to the nape of his neck, gently tugging on the baby hairs. His hand gently cups my face, his thumb running slowly back and forth along my cheekbone. I kiss back and smile, breaking it off.

"We should do this more often. But next time you should play the guitar, you could actually play something nice." He laughs.

"But I like when you play for me." I pout.

"Alright. Whatever. I love you, my little guitar girl." He says, kissing me again.

"I love you too, rage monster." I joke.

He hits me on the shoulder lightly and I burst out laughing.

I'm just waiting for anymore questions for the QandA before i post it. bye loves.