A couple weeks had gone by since I started guitar, and things were going pretty smoothly. Somehow I managed to juggle it with school. I also really liked my teacher, Mr. Hemmings, or should I say Luke. The fact that we can talk on a first name basis is great, and he's really talented and helps me learn very quickly, and honestly I likes when his hands touched mine whenever he tried to correct me. Every time it would send a sort of tingle through me, so I try to mess up frequently just so he can touch me. Now that I think about it, that sounds kind of creepy, but I just have this feeling about him that I can't keep away, and I have no idea what this feeling is.
Right now, I was walking through the plaza downtown, running a few errands for my mom. She had told me to get some NyQuil or some kind of sleeping pill, so I went to the nearest convenience store possible. I looked aisle upon aisle for the little blue bottle but couldn't find it. I turned a corner, about to give up on my search, when I bumped into something hard, I fell backward to the ground, and clutched my nose, looking down and cursing when I saw blood on my hands.
"Oh shoot, you okay- Oh! Mikey! Wow fancy meeting you here. Are you okay?" A warm pair of sapphire eyes looked down at me, and I felt that tingling feeling when I realized it was Luke.
"Hey, Luke. Yeah, I'm fine, do you have any tissue?" I tilted my head at an angle so that the blood didn't trickle out. Luke nodded, handing me one, and I held it to my nose, squeezing at the bridge. God, I must look like an idiot.
"Sorry, I didn't see you behind me. You sure you okay?"
"Yeah I'm sure." I glanced over at the guitar strapped around his shoulder, "you carry that thing around with you everywhere don't you." I speculated.
"Yeah, well it's kind of like my soul. I don't want to sound cheesy or anything, but my guitar seems to embody me as a person, and I feel stable when I have it with me." He said, his eyes darkening with passion.
"Well it's god damn hard as a rock." I said, still pinching my nose. Luke smirked at me, and whispered something to himself. "What did you say?" I asked for clarification, and Luke jumped up startled a bit.
"Oh nothing! Nothing at all! I best be on my way, see you Thursday Mikey." He smiled waving, and turning around to go to the cashier. As he walked, something fell out of his bag, and I hurried over to go pick it up.
I stiffened, scrunching my face when I realized it was a container of lube. Oh god, Luke what are you doing in your free time. Never mind I don't want to know. Maybe I kind of do. But not really. I just left the container on the floor, and made my way over to one more aisle to look for the NyQuil bottle, finally finding it. I made my way over to the cashier and checked out, going outside.
I heard the sound of a strumming guitar in the distance, and I followed the noise until I came across Luke sitting down on a park bench. He was singing and playing his guitar, the melody sounded beautiful. A few passerbys placed coins and dollars in his guitar case and after he finished the song, he stopped, looking up to catch sight of me applauding. He smiled happily.
"That was really good." I smiled, as he put his guitar back in his case, placing the money in his wallet.
"Thanks Mikey, so are you just following me around town? This is the second time I've bumped into you." I blushed a bit after he said that, retaliating quickly so I could defend the real reason I showed up.
"No, no it's not like that. I just heard the music, and it seemed to draw me in. So I followed it, and I ran into you." I said, awkwardly playing with the hem of my shirt, I'm pretty sure I was still blushing too, good grief.
I felt a shadow looming over me, and arms wrapped around my shoulders, warmth enveloped the air around me, and I felt closed in. I looked up, meeting the familiar blue irises.
"Hey, Mikey, why don't you come over to my flat. We could have ourselves a private lesson today, just for fun." He smiled, biting his lip ring. What was this feeling? It was like a million butterflies fluttering around my stomach. Why was I so anxious and nervous around Luke? He's just a friend, just my guitar teacher. He wasn't anything else, and he wasn't going to be anything else. But something in my head was telling me that I wasn't so sure what I wanted him to be to me.
"S-sure that would be nice. I don't have my guitar with me right now though." I took a step back, he detached his arms from around my shoulders, and I instantly regretted the action.
"Don't worry, I have an extra at my place. Come on let's go." Luke smiled, and grabbed my hand in his. A shock went through my spine, and that excited feeling made me feel like I was dancing in the sky. I followed Luke to his flat, wondering what this private lesson really would be like.
(Update bc I haven't updated in a while. Thanks so much for reading guys! It really means a lot, and if you like this fic, please check out my other ones! What do you think will happen during the private lesson!?)
