Nobody really knew, but you loved to play the guitar. Just being able to feel the music and understand it was amazing.

You were playing “Killing Me Softly With His Song” by the Fugees, believing that you were home alone. Until your close friend, Ponyboy, burst through your door. “{{user}}, did you finish the…” He trailed off as he watched you. The way your fingers moved along the strings and how your other hand strummed. It definitely caught his eye, and his heart.