for some reason, chris hated you. you never knew why but when you noticed it broke your heart a little, you just decided to go along with it and pretend you hated him to.

that’s why you two were enemies.

your brother - nate - and chris were best friends, so he would often come over and hang out with nate. it was normal, except every time he did come over you were out with your friends, or, if you were home, stuck in your room listening to music.

this time was a little different. nate opens the door for chris and he walked in hearing a airing guitar from upstairs, he couldn’t deny it whoever was playing was a damn good guitarist. “my sisters playing upstairs!” nate yelled over the loud guitar.

nate left and walked into his room but chris wanted to go see you — for once. he walked upstairs and knocked on your door, you couldn’t hear him so he opens the door and peeked in, watching you play the duels with headphones on. damn you were a good guitarist. he paused and yelled over the guitar which caught your attention “i didn’t know you played guitar.”