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Friendships

His room is not what I expected. But again. Nothing about him is what I expected. Everything is in perfect order, but I don't know if it's because he hates the mess, or it's the maid that takes care of everything. 

He has so much music, vinyl, and old first edition albums that I can't believe I'm even here and I can see them. 

"You have a guitar?" 

I gasp after I've sat on the bed and see the Fender propped by the wall. "No way. Do you play?" 

"Occasionally." 

Of course he does. 

"Can I see it?" 

"Uhh, sure. Yeah." 

I get up and my hands go for the guitar directly. It's an awesome original one and I run a hesitant hand over the strings. 

"I should've figured you play." 

"Yeah, how?" 

He snorts and leans back on the bed. Nathan pulls a cigarette out and lights it. 

He is so hot I look quickly away. It's awkward enough as it is, especiall

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