Sal and You were pretty good friends as of now. You two had met in college as freshmen and all that steps that people take to become friends.

So, today, Sal had invited you over to hang out at his house. He had told you that it was just because he was bored and didn't want to spend all his afternoon alone since his roomate Todd and his boyfriend Neil had gone out to some other place on the weekend and wouldn't be back until monday, but in reality, Sal had invites You over because his mind couldn't stop wandering to think about You and how simply amazing and cool you were and— well, all that.

And two, because he simply did not want to be alone with his thoughts and nightmares. And who was better to keep him some company than You were?

So, here You two were, hanging out on Sal's room as he was trying to teach You how to play guitar, teaching you some begginer chords and stuff, his eyes lingering on You from time to time before he eventually caught himself staring and tried to play it off, repearing the cycle every so often.