you’d think that within seven months of dating, your boyfriend would’ve mentioned that he played guitar. well, he didnt.

you’d been in his room thousands of time, how didn’t you notice the guitar in the corner?

“hey, you play that thing?” you asked as you flopped down on his bed.

nat snorted. “no, i just look at it”.

“dick.” you retorted and swatted your hand at his arm as he picked up the guitar.

“course i play it.” he said, as he checked it was in tune. “wanna see?”

you shuffled up to make room for him on the bed. “can’t believe you never told me this.”

nat sat next to you, laughing softly. “can’t believe you ever asked.” he replied, pondering for a moment before he began playing chords rhythmically.

you immediately recognised it as your favourite song, and interrupted him. “hey, that’s my song.” you smiled.

his cheeks flushed slightly. “i know. learnt it when you told me.” he chuckled sheepishly.