Once his noodles were done cooking, he poured it in a bowl, pulled out hot sauce. He liked his things spicy.
Once his noodles were officially ready, he mixed them with a fork, not wanting to return to the living room. Amber was truly something else. He decided to head off to his room before he decided against it. His room would get dirty. He didn’t like it dirty.
So he walked back into the living room and settled back on his head, turning his attention back to the TV.
(Aw, I had her move so we could do your idea. Lol. That's okay, though.
Should we skip? Idk what to do right now.)
(NO I CAN EDIT.)
Done!
(Lol.)
Amber finished off her ice cream about a quarter of the way through the second episode. She set the container aside and adjusted the blanket so she would be more comfortable.
Gosh, she was seriously exhausted from rehearsal… She blinked a few times, trying to keep her eyes open and focused on the screen. Unfortunately, she couldn't help but eventually pass out when it was closer to halfway through the show, and her head slowly dropped onto Wiliam's shoulder.
William stopped with his fork in his mouth when he felt weight on his shoulder. He looked to the side and found the cause to be Amber’s head.
He sighed. She was asleep. Of course she was. He didn’t know why, but he stayed still, setting his nearly empty bowl to the side table. If he made a move to eat, she’d wake up. He didn’t even know why that mattered.
So he stayed still, feeling her breathing against him. Then before William knew it, his eyes began to drop slowly as well.
Close to the middle of the night, Amber woke with a slight pain in her neck. She stirred and tried to get comfortable again before realizing that she wasn’t in her bed. But if she wasn’t in her bed, then where was she…?
She sleepily blinked her eyes open and came to the conclusion that she was in the living room. So she must have fallen asleep on the couch, huh? But…
Oh no… Nonono…
Pulling herself away from the warmth at her side, she stared at William’s sleeping form. Really? She’d fallen asleep on him? How could she have done that? Why had she done that?
William stirred slightly at the movement, opening his eyes slowly. Picking his head up from the couch, he winced. He definitely had a sore neck, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he had a sore back, too.
Blinking sleep away, William wondered when exactly he had dozed off. All he remembered was eating, Amber falling asleep on him and… he finally looked to met her eyes.
Fantastic. He could have just left her there, but he stayed still and he fell asleep on her, too. Just great.
Amber blinked when William woke up and met her eyes. She froze for a moment, then shook herself out of it and stood.
“I’m, uh… I’m just going to go to my room, now…” she murmured, nodding in that direction. “Have a good rest of your night…”
William sighed, closing his eyes when Amber walked away before he finally stood up, grabbing his bowl and dumping the leftovers. He washed the dishes, eyes heavy with sleep before he turned the TV off and went to his own room, falling back on the bed and asleep right when he made himself comfortable.
(Should we do one of our other scenes? Or maybe just some practicing on their song?)
(Should we do one of our other scenes? Or maybe just some practicing on their song?)
(Practicing on their song.)
(Sounds good!)
Amber grabbed her purse from the hook near the door, then turned around to make sure she’d grabbed everything she need. She had her sheet music, her water bottle… Was she forgetting anything? Oh! Her phone, of course.
After running back to her room to grab it quickly, she slipped her shoes on and walked out the door. A short walk later, she arrived at the music room, where she waited for the last group to finish whatever it was they were doing.
Shooting the ball in the baskets, William wiped his face clean of sweat with a towel. Their manager, a girl with blue hair and glasses, handed them all bottles of water, which William proceeded to empty—half drinking it, half pouring it over himself. The others followed suit.
“William,” the manager said in her usual, uncaring tone, seemingly used to her team’s behavior. “You’ve got a reservation at the music room. You can leave early.”
William nodded, capping his bottle, which the manager took from him. Behind him, his teammates groaned. William shot them a smug look before he walked into the locker room, shaking his head before he changed his clothes. He grabbed his violin and his bag, slipping his phone in his pocket before he made his way to the music room, breathless.
Once he reached, he saw Amber was already there, and the previous group had already finished practicing and were making their way out. They had an hour to practice.
“Just get out of practice?” Amber greeted William as she saw him walking up. The other group stepped out of the room, and she moved to hold the door for him.
Once he reached Amber, he nodded, remembering the time both of them slept next to each other. The atmosphere around them was still awkward.
“Yeah,” William answered, walking inside, stopping to wait for her. He ran a hand through his damp hairs, furrowing his eyebrows. He should have dried them a bit more with the towel…
(Oof, Will…)
Amber nodded and slipped into the room after him, letting the door fall shut behind her. She moved over to the piano and sat down, trailing her fingers over the keys before glancing up at William with a carefully guarded look.
“So I was thinking we would work in the chorus a bit first. I’m still trying to get the words down,” she suggested. “And then the last verse, too. And then we can work on whatever we have time for.”
William leaned against the piano, taking out his violin from its case.
“Are we simply doing your voice and my violin, or are we going to add the piano in, too?” He inquired, setting his violin on his shoulder.
“I think we’ll add the piano, too, this time. Is that okay?” Amber asked, playing a few experimental notes.
“Okay,” William nodded in agreement. “We should be able to mix well with the piano. Start in three?”
Amber nodded and readied her fingers. “Three… Two… One…” she murmured before beginning with the intro. Her fingers danced over the keys, making her look as if each movement came easily to her. Whenever she made a mistake, though, her nose scrunched up, but she simply continued to play.
William noticed her mistakes, but decided not to comment. When she opened her mouth to sing, William prepared himself and immediately began to play, his violin, her voice and the piano syncing.
William mixed up on verse, but paid no mind to it as he quickly fixed it, eyes remaining closed.
Amber did her best to not make mistakes, but, obviously, she wasn’t perfect. Mistakes were made, though they tended to be small. She corrected herself as soon as she noticed them and made note of them to make sure she wouldn’t do it again.
Once they were finished, and their time was up, William pulled himself off of the piano and put his instrument in its case. He couldn’t wait to go home, take a shower and fall asleep.
Today would be the last day he’d be able to relax like this. After all, the Winter Cup was approaching. He needed to get in shape.
(Dlndksbdkdb
So excited…)
“I was planning on making tacos tonight,” Amber said as she closed the piano and stood. She grabbed her purse from the floor, then glanced over at William. “Did you want any?”