Is this love?

"true friends lay underneath those witty words I don't believe, I can't believe a Damn thing they say, anymore," I sung, while lightly strumming the guitar that was balanced on my lap.
The door opens and I jump, my fingers slipped on the guitar playing a random cord that sounded awful. I looked up at the person who had so rudely interrupted my music time. His hair was a dark shade of black, he had olive toned skin and bright blue eyes, that just so happened to be staring into my dark blue eyes.
"Hey Luke," I say, smiling even though I was deeply annoyed. "what can I do for you?"
"nothing," he says, stepping into the room. "I heard you playing, your pretty good you know?"
I shrug. "I'm ok I guess."

This story is being written on my phone, so I am not responsible for autocorrected spelling errors.