forum i'm bored who wants to do a one-on-one? (closed)

Started October 02, 2018 by @MusicElle-is-here

tune

“Well, maybe I could stay for a few more minutes,” She hedged. “I’m not exactly in the mood to stand around awkwardly while my dad talks to his friends.” She offered him a shy smile.

He looked up at the exact moment she smiled. He could have sworn his heart skipped a literal beat. "I uh. Okay." He chuckled a little awkwardly. "What would you like to do?" He needed to stop being Zavian and start being the Zavian she knew and hated because the moment he stepped back into school, that'd be him.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Would you mind playing me something on your guitar? I know some people don’t like to and that’s fine if you don’t want to and all…” She continued to ramble a little bit, nervous.

"I'm, umm, I'm really not that good." He could sense her nervousness and felt bad. He'd only ever played for his grandma, everyone else had no idea he played at all.

“It’s not like I’d be able to really tell,” Fern said, in an attempt to persuade him. “Pleaaaase?”

He didn't understand it. It was something about her. Idiot idiot idiot idiot. "Okay, for just a minute." He took it down off the wall and briefly tuned it before looking back up to her. "Anything in particular?"

She smiled. "Whatever song is your favorite to play," she said, giddy that she had managed to convince him. She never would have guessed that anything like this would happen. It was almost entrancing, being so near to him.

If they had been anywhere else, he would have scoffed at her giddiness making fun of it. Instead, his heart skipped a beat, making that an entire two beats that his heart had jumped over. He began to play one of his favorites. It was one he had created himself. The chords mended together to create a somewhat uplifting tune that turned to melancholy and slight anger at the last few chords. He always got so lost in it, barely any mistakes made because of how much he loved it. Once he was finished, he glanced at her to see her reaction. Why does it even matter?

Fern was enraptured by his skill, amazed at the way that his music seemed so natural and effortless. She stared at him in wonder, not even realizing that she was staring. She never would have expected it from him, which made it all the more beautiful. She imagined that it was like a work of art in its own way, a melody that brushed like paint across the canvas of the air. All of this and more was racing through her mind as he finished. After a few seconds, she realized he was done and beamed. "That was…" she said, searching for the right word. "Amazing! Did you write it?"

"I umm-" he stood slowly, looking to the ground. He walked back over to the wall and hung the guitar back up. Right next to where it hung were the lyrics that went along with it, something he hasn't even shared with his grandma. He cleared his throat. "Yeah."

"Wow, just wow," she breathed. "You could, like, get a record deal with that song!" She smiled again, wondering why he hadn't shared his talents with the world. Maybe his songs were too personal? She understood how that felt; some paintings she hadn't shown anyone.

"Yeah…" He continued to face the wall, staring at the ground feeling unbearably vulnerable, his true self seeping through his well made disguise. He didn't honestly think he could. There are already so many guitar players. One more wouldn't do anything for him, no matter how much his grandmother had told him otherwise.

Fern noticed that he seemed upset. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked gently. "Did I say something…? If your songs are too personal, I understand. I didn't mean to upset you." She looked at him imploringly, feeling slightly guilty.

He shook his head, running his hand through his hair as he turned around. "No no no, you didn't do anything." He sighed. "It's just-" I've never shared it with anyone, and yet here I am, sharing with someone who I shared a mutual disliking with… Until a few moments ago. "Nevermind. I'm just not used to playing in front of anyone except my grandma." And even then, she forgets.

"Oh, I get it," she said. "I'm kind of like that with my art. I don't show it to a lot of people." She blushed a little. Though her friends knew that she loved to paint, even they had only seen a few of her paintings, and especially not the more personal ones. Those she kept under her bed or somewhere where no one could see them.

He looked up into her eyes. "You're an artist?" Art always amazed. He couldn't seem to draw a straight line with a ruler.

"I mean, I try to be," she stammered, not realizing that this might turn the conversation on her. She blushed. "I like to paint, though sketching is fun too sometimes."

"Cool." He could see her cheeks redden which made his face heat up. What is this feeling?! I don't like it! (That's a mood XD) "You seen like an amazing artist." Fudge.

"Really?" she asked, her face still red, though she noticed that Zavian's face looked a bit red too. She smiled slightly. "Thanks." She looked at the ground, embarrassed, but not entirely in a bad way.

"Yeah, no problem." He stared at tye ground along with her, every bit of him aching in a different way. He cleared his throat a little. "What now?"

"I don't know," she said quietly, not wanting to bring up leaving again. She wanted to stay. She wanted to hang out with him some more. She wanted to have any excuse to be close to him, but she didn't want to say anything for fear that he still hated her, even after everything that had happened that day so far. She looked at him, wondering if he had any ideas.

"Umm…" He thought for a moment. The only thing other thing we did when he had time besides music and writing was exploring the forest behind his house. There was a creek that went on for a mile. If you knew where to go, there were amazing things to see. He's never shown anyone back there. That was his safe place. "I really don't know."

"Okay then," Fern mused, glancing around the room. We could pass the time by kissing, her mind suggested. She blushed and shoved the thought away. Nope. Too soon. She couldn't kiss Zavian, that would be too weird. Why not?
"We could, like, look at the clouds or something? My siblings and I stare at them and say what we see all the time."

He shrugged. "Yeah, sure." He thought for a moment. "Backyard would probably be best." He walked over and grabbed his jacket knowing it was a little cool outside. Not too much, but the wind chill would change that. "This way." He started to the backyard.

Fern got up and followed him, relieved. She hoped that it was a good day to look at the clouds, otherwise she was screwed. She blew a stray lock of hair out of her face.