Still British

“Just pick something – I don’t care.” I told Harry, handing him a collection of movies and going to clear up. I had surprised him with the strawberries, some of which he insisted on feeding to me, but the kitchen was a mess. I threw what little left over food there was in the bin, and put the dishes in the dishwasher. I hummed a melody to myself as I cleaned, just relaxing. Suddenly there were hands on my waist, a head on my shoulder. “Harry! You scared me!” I said, having jumped a foot into the air. “What’re you humming?” Harry asked, ignoring me. I just shrugged. I didn’t know what it was, I was just humming it. “It sounded a bit like… Well, a bit like Kiss You, love. But I know you’re not a fan… How do you know that?” “What does it sound like?” “Like what you were just humming.” “Ha ha, very funny. Sing it for me?” “Essa…” He complained. I was unwavering. He would sing it for me. He would. Seeing I wouldn’t budge, he gave me an ultimatum. “If I sing it, you play it.” What was there to play? And on which instrument? “Which instrument? And will you provide music?” “Either guitar or piano, I think. And we can see. Maybe online?” I made a split-second decision, going with my gut. “Guitar. And I’m going online right now.” I heard him laughing, but ignored it, grabbing my dad’s laptop. I checked on 8notes.com and __________, but it wasn’t there. I thought for a moment, but nothing came to mind. Suddenly, two arms reached around me, pulling up a site called mymusic.co.uk. The arms logged in, and pulled up two pages, a sheet of guitar chords, and the rhythm. It wasn’t too hard, but I figured the style might be a bit more complicated. I merged the two sheets, and connected the laptop to the printer. While the music was printing, the arms encased me, and I turned around, smirking. “You… excited, Harry?” “To get to hear my amazing girlfriend play her amazing instrument amazingly? Heck yeah.” “Harry, I’m not that wonderful…” “Yeah you are.” “No, I’m not. I need to go get my guitar, okay?” “But Essa…” “No buts. I’m going now.” “Can I come?” “Get the music, Harry.” Once I’d gotten my guitar tuned and we’d set up the music, we got started. It actually didn’t sound half bad… Harry sang wonderfully. Partway through the song, I realized where I knew it from. By the end, I was certain. “Harry! I know!” “Know what?” “Where I know the song from! It… The Blugolds played it in this year’s show!” “The what’s?” “The Blugolds, Harry. They’re the UW - Eau Claire college marching band. Duh.” We laughed for a bit, and then he went back to picking a movie, I to cleaning. Once the movie had been picked, we curled up on the couch together to watch, and when I saw the title screen I was ready to kill him. “A scary movie, Harry? You know I hate those.” “What can I say? I wanted to keep you close…” That boy… I loved him.

Notes

Right, I think that's the last I'll post for today... thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it, at least a little! xoxo ~Stormy