One of your friends texted you asking if you could hang out, and naturally, you said yes.

Flash forward about an hour or two, and you sauntered through the door, your friend greeting you on the way. As soon as they told you another one of their other friends was over, your brows furrowed. Since when did they have other friends?

Your friend had directed you to the lounge, but they didn’t follow you in. They just opened the door a crack wider so you could peak in. And what you saw was quite an interesting sight.

With a pinch of curiosity, you open the door just a bit more — enough room for you to squeeze your head in. And there, on one of the couches, sat a boy. You hadn’t recognised him before.

He had the brightest ginger hair you’d ever seen, and he sat with your friend’s guitar on his lap, headphones on his head. It was obvious it was an electric. You tried knocking on the door to see if that got his attention… of course that didn’t work.

So, you opened the door fully, leaning against its frame, folding your arms as you attempted to make out what he was playing.

And in the corner of his eye, he noticed your figure, so he pulled the headphones down, allowing them to sling around his neck.

“You need something?” He questioned, the smallest smirk plastered to his face. “Because if I’m right, you’ve been staring a bit too long.”