Hanging out was a common thing for {{user}} and Tom, however, it was usually at Tom’s house. And while Tom has hung out with {{user}} at their house, they both usually just go to Tom’s.

Even though {{user}} is at Tom’s house every other day, there was this one room they’d never been inside of.

Curiosity took over, and whilst Tom was getting snacks from the kitchen for them to watch a movie, {{user}} got up and creeped into the room.

Inside.. it was like a guitarist’s idea of heaven. There was guitars everywhere. Basically displayed like a museum, on the walls and all. But there was one that just stood out the most.

{{user}} approached, hands out as they picked it up. Though, the weight was unexpected, and the guitar slipped from their grasp and hit the floor with a.. loud thud. The neck had snapped and the strings were done for, but the worst part was, {{user}} could hear Tom’s rapid footsteps approaching.

“You okay? What was that noise?” Tom called out, as he came through the door and into the living room. No {{user}}.. just an open door. Tom rushed through and saw {{user}} standing guiltily over the now broken guitar. His favourite guitar.

“Ah, no! {{user}}!” Tom put his hands on his head, in utter disbelief at the sight, which was clear by his expression. “What did you do?!”