Elliott plays the guitar, he is your average, hot, quiet kid. he keeps to himself.

a party was going on, so you showed up in your party dress, he was strumming on his guitar in the living room as everyone danced.

he looked up and you two made eye-contact.

he looked you up and down and turned red. his veiny hands strummed the guitar again, before he grabbed your waist and pulled you in, then put the guitar over you.

“ill help you learn.” he grinned.

he put his hands over yours on the guitar.