chapter nine: are

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a/n: thanks to scar_dvo for editing this
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Key || Side Notes || Information
-Bold- = Author Notes
-Italics- = Character's Thoughts (only used once in awhile)
|| This Story will be told in first person point of view, occasionally switching povs every now and then. Warnings will be shown to help readers that are sensitive to gore and violence. Mature language used||

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"No I don't want just anyone,
I'm loving what I see in front of me,
Don't give a fuck 'bout anyone,
I know what you need, baby, listen to me speak it,"

Noah strummed the guitar, singing the song perfectly.

It was like his live performance was better than his actual internet career. I couldn't help, but fall in love with his voice. He was truly gifted to be self taught like the internet said about him.

"Is that okay?" He asked, resting his arm on the curve of the guitar.

I nodded ferociously, even standing up to clap. This guy was absolutely amazing with his guitar.

Noah let out a small chuckle before placing his guitar down. Oh right, we have a whole project to do.

I grabbed the paper out of my backpack and read through it. These questions were really stupid, but I guess we have to know that. Only five questions and that's all. Though, I wish I can stay longer.

"What's your full name?" I asked, tapping the sheet in my hands.

"Noah Hayes," he answered fast, staring at me blankly.

Well, I guess this will be a fast one.

I wrote his name on my paper and looked up at him with a smile.

"(Your Guy Name) (Last Name)," I informed.

Noah nodded, quickly writing the same thing down on his paper.

I stood up to grab his guitar, sitting down at the same couch from before.

"Mind if I?" I asked, pointing at the wooden guitar.

He shook his head and leaned back into his chair.

"Your whole next album will be about love, right? I mean, that's kind of strange, because you never write these types of songs." I curiously asked, putting my hand in front of the chords and my other on the neck of the guitar.

Noah nodded, looking at my in curiosity.

"Heartbreak or just love in general?" I questioned, tilting my head.

"Love, I never experienced heartbreak," he admits, still with no expression on his face.

Never? Damn, this guy really has everything.

"But you experienced love?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

His face becomes a shade of red, and he looks down at his shoes that probably cost more than my whole house.

"Maybe," he mumbled softly.

I guess that will make some sense.

I strummed the guitar softly, scared to break the strings of it accidentally. It was making a really sweet tune, and I couldn't help but nod to it. I was never taught the guitar, but I quickly caught on to Noah's favorite chords just by watching him play a few times. After a few strums, I developed a pattern that sounded pretty good.

"Keep playing it like that," Noah commands, sitting right up.

I do as he commands and keeps strumming the guitar in the same pattern. This guy really has talent.

"And I will give you everything baby,
But can you feel this energy? Take it,
You can have the best of me baby,"

Noah sang so beautifully.

I couldn't help, but feel jealous of whoever this song was about. My heart kept leaping whenever he sang. I guess that's why he is such a heartthrob.

Even his name can make a girl's heart just stop. I stared at him in awe as he sang. Maybe, maybe I can be the one he's singing for.

He stopped singing and looked at me, signaling to end it.

I strummed a few times and ended it softly to make it blend into the music.

"I think I screwed up a few times," Noah sighed, writing down a few lyrics into his notebook.

I widened my eyes. That was probably the best performance I ever saw.

"It was perfect," I complimented, sending him a closed eyed smile.

He glanced at me, giving me another sigh.

I do as he commands and keeps strumming the guitar in the same pattern. He mumbled as he went back into his notebook.

He kept scribbling into it so focused. I breathed in, reaching for our project paper.

"Do you have any siblings?" I read out loud.

"Nope."

I wrote his answer down into the paper.

"If you can have anything in the world, what would it be?"

Noah paused, freezing his pencil in his hand in place. He looked at me with the side of his face and stared at me closely.

"Is there something wro-"

"To be able to feel something," he answered.

It was silent, but he quickly continued writing into his notebook.

"Where do you see yourself in a few years?"

"The same place where I am now."

I scribbled the answers down and smiled proudly to myself.

"What is your biggest fear?" I asked.

This time he didn't answer, but kept writing things down.

"Noah?" I called out.

He turned around and grabbed the guitar next to me.

Noah played the chords I was playing before and started harmonizing.

"And what's good
When both choices I've got have us staring down the barrel to the bullets I can't stop?
And so I stand off
Like indecision's Kevlar
'Til this fear of feeling stops and I'm done
But you."

Instead of him singing about love, it was more personal to him. I understood everything. The last two songs were fake, well, he didn't sound like the type of person to sing it. He wanted to keep improving and improving. I wouldn't be surprised if this song was the beginning of the whole album. I tapped my chin in curiosity at the blue-eyed male in front of me.

"To be like everyone else," Noah said out of the blue.

I tilted my head at him.

"The answer to the project," Noah paused,

"I'm scared to be drowned out by everyone else in the world, struggling for that recognition everybody desires."

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credits in order:

Shiloh- DGAF
MAX- Lights Down Low
Eden- Sex

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