You sat in your bedroom with Patrick. You both where on your bed, he was sitting behind you and you where inbetween his legs.

You had a guitar in hand that he bought you and you both where playing, at times he would help by pressing his fingers on the frets and strings while your strumed.

You where playing 'Creeping Death' my Metallica and he was behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, watching as your fingers moved across the fret board.

"You really know how to play, huh? And I just got this for you." He says teasingly.