"Oh. Good to know," Amber murmured, glancing back down at the keys to get her bearings.
Once she had remembered how to tsp what she was doing, she let her fingers dance over the keys again as she restarted the song. She took a deep breath before opening her mouth and letting the song come forth, hoping that it was good enough for William's standards. They wouldn't get a good grade if they didn't do well, of course…
The second she opened her mouth to sing, William immediately added the violin’s tone, moving the bow along the strings like he’d practiced alone.
Then he stopped, letting out a growl. Of course, he knew they couldn’t do this on the first try, but…
“We’re going too fast,” he muttered. “My violin doesn’t match with your voice. Not perfectly… hormonized yet. Let’s start again.”
Amber agreed with a nod, having noticed the same thing. "Maybe we could start with just my voice and the violin first? And then I can add piano when we think we've got it?"
“All right,” William nodded in agreement, getting ready again. “Three, two, one.”
(Should we skip to after?
not it)
By the time their hour was over, William’s arms were tired. Though he’d been playing the violin for a long time, it didn’t mean he didn’t get tired after playing it.
“That last one was good,” he murmured, putting his instrument back in its case. “Your voice is good. It fits well with the song we’ve chosen.”
"Oh… Thanks," Amber said as she closed the piano cover gently. "You play really well, too. I think he violin and piano sound amazing together."
William nodded, picking up the case once he had put his instrument inside.
“Let’s go, then,” he muttered.
(Did they come in separate cars?)
(Probably…
Do we want to skip to one of the scenes we planned? Not the big ones, obviously, but maybe a small one?)
(Yeah!)
(Okay. Talk in the pms about which one?)
(Gotcha.)
William shut the door to their dorm, exhausted beyond words. He could barely keep his eyes open—today had been a practice match and they had to fight three rounds. William had never been so tired before.
All he wanted to do was crawl into his bed and fall asleep, by he couldn’t. He needed to wash up first—get the sweat-soaked body of his washed. He quickly grabbed his clothes and walked outside to the bathroom and set his hand in the doorknob, too tired to hear the sounds of running water.
Amber had jumped in the shower after her classes were over, glad to finally have some alone time. For the past week or so, she’d been incredibly busy and had hardly had the time to take some time for herself. She’d had the song she and William were practicing stuck in her head the whole time, and now she was singing it in the shower.
So, when the door opened to the bathroom, she didn’t hear it. She just hear herself singing and the water running.
The second William opened the door, he heard the running water. William blinked, looking forward and felt the blood drain from his face.
Amber. Very naked Amber in the shower, eyes closed, mouth moving to let a song out. For a second, William couldn’t do anything but contemplate his life choices and his bad luck. His cheeks began to flame, and before anyone could even blink, he pulled out and slammed the door shut.
Shit.
Now that she heard!
Amber’s eyes shot open, her mouth clamping shut as she looked over at the door. What the heck was that? Did— Did William just walk in on her…?
As soon as she was finished showing, she climbed out of the shower and dried herself off. She moved as quickly as she could, getting dressed but ignoring her wet hair.
“William Jones!” she shouted, setting out of the bathroom and making her way to his room. She pounded on the door, gripping the towel in her other hand. “William Jones, did you just walk in on me while I was showering?”
What the hell did he just do? Was he that stupid to not hear he running water? What in the world?
Then fists against his door interrupted his thoughts, and William pulled the door open, the red on his cheeks masked by the annoyed look on his features. Her fist came down to pound on the door again and he took it in his hold, letting a growl escape his lips.
“What the hell are you doing?” He narrowed his eyes. “Stop being so goddamn loud. If you’re worried about me seeing shit, I didn’t. And the next time you decide to shower, lock the damn door.”
Amber glared at him and tore her hand from his hold. He was mad at her? He was the one who walked in on her!
“Excuse me? You weren’t even home!” she argued, her face burning red. “You should have knocked, anyway! The bathroom door was closed. Why wouldn’t you knock?”
“Your roommate is a freaking guy!” William exclaimed, exasperated. “You should have locked it either way. The bathroom door is always closed. And I didn’t even know you were in there!”
Seriously? She was mad at him for her mistake? What kind of an idiotic female kept her door unlocked while her dormmate was a guy?!
“And yours is a girl!” Amber shot back. “Knock! Fricking knock before you open a closed door! That’s just simple manners! And how did you not know I was in there? The water was running. Are you deaf?”
“Because I was freaking tired, all right?!” William blew up. It was a stupid reason to be angry, but it wasn’t like he could tell his issues to shut up. “All I wanted was to get out of my damn sweaty clothes, take a goddamn shower, and sleep! How the hell was I supposed to know you would be too stupid to lock the door behind you?”
William lost control of his actions and what he was saying, but once he did, he realized he had her pressed against the wall, her arms held tightly in his hands.
Amber’s breaths caught as they came in. This was not okay. He was much to close to her. The tight grip of his hands on her arms hurt…
“Let go of me,” she demanded lowly, her voice shaking as she spoke.
His eyes widened and he immediately pulled back, cursing under his breath
“Damn it,” he ran a hand through his hair in distress. He lost control. Over what? A silly thing like this? “It wasn’t on purpose. Barging in on you while you were showering. I really didn’t know.”
Amber wrapped her arms around her waist and moved away from the wall. “Whatever… It’s fine. I’m just… going to go to my room now. Shower’s open. Have at it,” she mumbled.
William watched her leave with a growl. He blew up again. God damn it, after three days of not getting angry, he blew up like that. Over something as stupid as her getting angry over him barging in while she was showering.
He was just an idiot.