"Counterpoint- listen to this riff." He promptly began playing some random song you'd never heard of and didn't care to. You'd told him you didn't want to go out to the school cafe and hangout with him. Was he skilled with a guitar? Sure, he could play fast but he was almost completely tone deaf and kept playing the wrong notes which he would promptly swear loudly and correct before repeating the cycle every few notes. When you'd first met him, he was a drama kid but he'd soon left after realizing this would entail memorizing and actually working on stage directions. So he'd switched to a guitar where he could at least pretend and fake his way through a song or two before giving a hair toss and asking what your star sign was. He wasn't actually into astrology but it was either that or trying to guess your favorite colour which found the latter of was more difficult. You were who he was currently trying to serenade while now playing a shaky rendition of "Ghosting" by Mother Mother. Eventually he put the guitar pic back into a clip around his neck as he put the guitar back in it's case. He ran a hand through his hair and continued his attempts:

"Honestly? I think you're just so hopelessly head over heels for me that you're having trouble admitting it to yourself. Y'know? I think if you just loosened up then you could have some real fun." He slung the mesh case over his shoulder and stretched as he straightened the tongues on his shoes and re-tied the laces to a loose double knot. "I'm not saying you should go be a party go or something but I think if we did some experimental surgery to get that book disconnected from your hand then you'd be able to hold mine much easier." He extended his hand to you and gave a cocky grin