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A soft strum on the guitar filled your ears as you climbed up onto the roof of the apartment complex's main building. You peeked over the roof a little. You could see the back of a man holding a guitar. The tune he was playing was familiar. It was "Fly Me To The Moon", a song you quite fancied at the time.

The man had a yellow sweater on and jeans. His legs were dangling over the edge as he played. He wore a brown beanie, soft brown curls sticking out the bottom of his hat. You could see the sunset's reflection bouncing off of the lens of his glasses. He looked awfully tall. You couldn't see his face, though.

You stepped up onto the roof of the building and you carefully walked to him. You didn't want to disturb him. You just wanted to listen to his music. Your plans seemed to fail as the soft scraping sound of your shoe dragging a small rock on concrete alerted him you were there. He quickly turned, his eyes a little wide in surprise. He hugged his guitar close a little.

"A-Ah, sorry. I heard you playing up here and I wanted to listen. I didn't mean to startle you." You said. He was quite handsome from the front. He had chocolate brown eyes that shined in the sun's retreating light. He didn't at all look upset. More just taken aback that you were up there. He didn't respond. He just stared at you.

"Uhm...I'll go. Sorry again." You said, turning on your heel.

"Wait!" You stopped hearing him call for you. His voice was pretty soft and deep. Perfect for singing. You turned and looked to him. A small smile had crept its way to his face. He patted the spot beside him.

"I don't mind you listening. Sorry I didn't respond sooner. I was a little shocked to see someone up here." He chuckled. You smiled and walked over, sitting beside him.

"Do you get in trouble for being up here?" You asked. He shrugged, strumming a few strings on his guitar boredly.

"Not really. No one cares too much. Not like I'm causing trouble." He said. You nodded.

"Yeah. I just heard a guitar playing, which you're very good by the way, and I thought I'd come check it out." You said. He chuckled and looked over to you.

"Thank you. I'm quite glad you came up. It gets a little lonely." He said. You rested your hands on the edge to let you lean forward a little and look out to the view. It was quite the sight.

"Wilbur." He said. You looked to him.

"Pardon?"

"My name is Wilbur Soot." He said, looking to his guitar as he spoke.

"Oh. Y/N L/N."

"It's nice to meet you." He finally looked up and his eyes met yours. You blushed a little and smiled warmly.

"It's nice to meet you, too." A few minutes went by of him tuning and plucking strings on his guitar. You were just listening, swinging your feet off the edge a little. You looked over to him after a bit.

"Well?" He blinked and looked up to you.

"Hm?"

"Aren't you going to play me a song?" You asked, giggling. He chuckled and looked down, a small blush on his face.

"Oh. You want me to sing to you?"

"Well I was expecting you to just play the guitar, but if you sing too I'd very much like to hear that." You said. He paused, as if just realizing that he had offered to sing to you.

"Oh...okay. What do you want to hear?"

"I like the song you were playing earlier."

"Fly me to the moon?"

"Yeah. That one." He nodded and strummed a few chords on his guitar before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. He began to play softly, each note being hit perfectly. It only got better when he began to sing.

Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars...

Your eyes widened a little. He had an amazing voice. He seemed so relaxed and focused. His eyes were closed as he sang and played. He would sway softly to the music.

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars...

You tilted your head to the side a little. His singing threw you into a trance. His voice was so beautiful. He was a good looker himself, too. The sunset was splayed across his face as he sang. His eye lashes would flicker a little as his eyes would open ever so slightly before closing again.

In other words, hold my hand. In other words, baby kiss...me...

He licked his lips softly before continuing.

Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore...

His eyes opened a little and he stared forward.

You are all I long for, all I worship, and adore.

He stopped and looked to you. His face was a little red and he bit his lip.

"Sorry I don't quite remember the rest..."

You giggled and clutched the end of your shirt.

"That was really good, though. You can really sing!" You said. He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled awkwardly.

"Thank you..." he said. You nodded and looked forward. You had so much more you wanted to say. You didn't want him to find you weird, though. You were quiet for a little before you looked back to him. His eyes were glued to his guitar.

"Hey Uhm..Wilbur?" You said. He looked up to you, his brunette curls falling in his face a little.

"Yeah?" Your heart fluttered and you gave him a small smile.

"Do you...maybe want to grab lunch some time?" You asked. You saw his eyebrows raise a little and a small smile tugged on the end of his lips. He looked away, flustered.

"S-Sure. I mean yes! Sorry." He stuttered, embarrassed. You giggled.

"It's fine. Here." You noticed a pen and notebook sitting beside him. On the notebook wrote 'Songs'. You assumed he wrote a few songs himself. You took the pen and grabbed his hand gently. His hand was very soft. You write your number on his hand and set the pen down, standing up.

"Text or call anytime. I'd love to hear a few songs you wrote yourself." You said. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before turning and leaving.

Wilbur sat there on the roof, holding his cheek where you and kissed him in shock. His face was bright red. He smiled to himself and looked down to his guitar. He hugged it close and began to play again, you staying on his mind the rest of the night.