Sean POV
"Don' worry, they are all like that"
She smiles shyly.
"So what do you like to do? Besides the x-box."
"I play football"
"Really?" she asks.
"Yeah"
"What position do you play?"
"Quarterback"
"Wow, that's amazing" she says smiling, "so I'm guessing your friends play too."
I chuckle, "Yeah. Do you practice any sport?"
"Uh, yeah, I was on the volleyball team last year, but I usually play basketball"
"That's great, are you trying out this year?"
"Yeah, I think so, perhaps I'll like to play both"
"Well it depends on what days you have practice, maybe you can"
"I hope so"
Awkward silence.
I am about to ask her about the black electric guitar I just spotted next to her desk when she breaks the silence.
"Since when did you started playing football?"
"I don't remember, I mean, my father used to take me to the park to teach me. I think I started playing like officially when I was a freshman."
She just nods.
"You didn't tell me" I tell her.
"What didn't I tell you?" she asks me.
"That's why you asked me didn't you? Back at my house." I ignore her cuestion.
"What are you talking about?"
I nod towards the guitar.
"Oh, that. Yeah."
"So you play"
"A little" she says, head down, looking at the floor.
"Since when do you play?" I ask her. She turns to look at me.
"Um, not long ago. I mean, I started taking classes when I was nine but my mom made me drop it because I didn't practice and she said the clases where too expensive. But I started again, like, 8 months ago."
"Do you like it now?"
"Yeah, I love it, but I'm really bad"
"Play something" I demand.
She has a fuck are you crazy face, like she can't believe I actually just asked her to do that.
But I did.
"No freaking way. That will be so embarasing. I would if I didn't completly suck at it."
"I don't care if you suck at it, I want you to play for me."
She shakes her head slowly, smirking "it is not going to happen"
"You own me a serenade then"
She laughs, "so now it is a serenade? Shouldn't it be the other way? You singing to me?"
I pretend like I'm thinking about it, "nah, don't think so. I'll be waiting anxiously", I say proudly.
She gives me the you wish look and rolls her eyes. "you better be very patient then"
I smile playfully, "deal"
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Dreaming of You
Teen FictionMegan Wolf. Intelligent, funny, creative, and a little shy with guys. This 16 years old brunette has just moved with her mother to Boston, where she'll stay for half a year. In the other hand there is 17 year old Sean Pierce, tall, strong, really...