I woke up the next morning with a killer headache. I rubbed my eyes and sat up and realized I was not in my room... or my apartment. My first thought was that I was kidnapped or raped, either option was not good. I saw a keyboard by the window across from me and let out a sigh of relief when I realized I was in Kit's apartment. I quickly turned my head and was very thankful Kit was not next to me. I slowly got out from under the covers and was met with the cold floor. I grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it around me, I opened the door to the room and walked down the hallway. When I turned the corner Kit was making breakfast in the kitchen.

"Um, hi," I said wrapped in my blanket.

Kit looked over at me, "Hey, how are you feeling this morning."

"Very hungover," I said.

He laughed, "Here." He handed me an Advil and a piece of toast.

I held the piece of toast in the air, "Thanks." I took a bite from the toast and used my own silvah to take the advil. 

"No problem."

I stood there in silence as Kit stared at me, looking me up and down. I know for a fact I probably looked crazy. Hungover, puke mouth, headache, definitely not the best look. 

"He-" Kit started, but then there was a knock on the door.

We both looked over at the door. After standing for a moment I realized I was closer, so I went to open it.

When I opened the door I saw red hair and my purse. Thank God. 

"Hey."

"Hey, I'm glad you got home okay last night, the guy you were hanging out with found me and gave me your purse."

I turned my back and saw Kit in the kitchen cleaning dishes, I slowly stepped out and closed the door.

She handed me my purse, "Thank you so much," I hugged my purse, " now I can get back into my apartment."

She rose her eyebrow, "You didn't sleep in your apartment last night?"

I ran my hand through my hair, "No, um I kinda drunk called my neighbor last night, and they let me crash."

She looked me up and down, "Is this neighbor a guy?"

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, but that doesn't change anything, I puked all over my dress so he gave me a shirt to wear.""

She laughed, "Are you kidding me, of course, it does, is he cute?"

"He's fine." I said quickly and not very convincingly. 

She raised her eyebrows and gave me a questioning look.

"Ok fine, just," I brought my finger to my lips and quietly opened the door for Charlie to peek in, once she got a look I closed the door.

"O my gosh he is like hot, hot."

A look of confusion crossed my face, "I mean, sure, but he's a jerk."

"Daphne he literally came to your rescue last night, and that still doesn't mean you can't get something from him," she rose her eyebrows.

"O my gosh Charlie, shut it."

She laughed.

"Seriously though, thank you for bringing this."

"Of course, see you tomorrow?" She asked.

"You know it."

She waved bye and walked down the hall.

I walked back into Kit's apartment and he was sitting on the couch, "Got my purse back."

"Good, that's good." He mumbled. 

"Um, I know you're hungover, but we could do a lesson here if you want." He said casually.

"Oh yeah, sure, just let me go get your guitar."

I walked out of his apartment and grabbed my key from my purse to get into mine. I changed into my own clothes, shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, and brushed my teeth quickly, knowing I still had puke mouth. I grabbed the guitar from my living room and then walked back to his apartment. "Did you bring my shirt?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Nope," I said back sitting across from him on his couch, placing the guitar in my lap. 

He gave me a confused look.

"What, it was comfy, I think I'll keep it."

He smirked for a second but then his face went back to normal, "Okay," he said quietly. 

"Have you practiced at all?"

"Um, no." 

He smiled, "Okay," he got up from the couch and sat next to me, he had already showered this morning because I could smell his fresh Mint body wash. 

This was the first time I took a moment to look around his apartment. It had the same layout as mine, but everything was different. You could tell he was very tidy, everything had its own spot. He had a dark gray sofa and dark brown accents everywhere. It was very posh. On the wall next to his tv he had a guitar and a ukulele hung up beside it. I should have had him teach me ukulele, I'd probably be better at four strings than six. 

"So, it really wasn't a big deal at all that I borrowed your guitar," I said looking over at the dark wooded guitar he had hanging up.

He smiled, "Nope, but even if it was my only one I still would have let you borrow it, you need the practice." 

I faked a gasp, "How dare you, I am a prodigy."

"Whatever you want to believe." He smiled.

I playfully smacked his arm.

"Okay, okay, do you remember how to do C?"

I carefully placed my fingers on the frets for C. I was hoping I was right, I was pretty sure I was right. I looked up and Kit was looking down at my fingers.

"Good, now strum."

I strummed the chord and it actually didn't sound too bad. Yay, go me. 

"Okay, good, now G."

I placed my fingers on the frets for G and then looked up at Kit to be reassured. He nodded his head and then I strummed again, and it also sounded decent.

He smiled, "good, now Am."

I placed my fingers again on the frets and strummed.

"Well, good, you remembered all of those, now I'll just add one more and then you can basically play any song in the world." I find that hard to believe, but I'll let it slid this morning. 

He scooted right next to me, I could smell his aftershave and now I got an even better hit of his body wash. He grabbed my left hand and placed my fingers along the frets. I was looking at him while he was looking at the guitar. I watched as his jaw moved and how his beautiful brown eyes watched my fingers.

He had placed all my fingers on the correct frets and then looked up and me and caught me staring. I quickly looked down and strummed the guitar.

"Yay, I did it." I smiled and looked up at Kit.

"Good and now you can search for basically any song and be able to play it since you know the F chord now."

"When am I going to get to learn like," I tried to figure out what to call it, "like how in the store the other day you were playing Here Comes the Sun."

A sheepish smile came across his face,"That is a long ways a way for you."

I frowned, "Darn."

"I can play it for you right now if you want."

I nodded and handed him the guitar. What felt so awkward to me looked like it fit him just right. He opened a drawer on the table next to his couch and pulled out a capo. He put the capo on the seventh fret and started strumming. The familiar intro to Here Comes the Sun played and I immediately felt better. I had always loved this song. It had been a comfort to me for many, many years. Even when I was at my lowest, this song could always cheer me up. As he played, he didn't even have to look at the guitar, he was looking at me, and he didn't mess up a single chord. We both didn't say a word, we just sat there in silence, both appreciating the music. For the entire song we both just looked at each other.

When he played the final chord, I gave him a small clap of my hands.

"Don't worry one day you'll be able to do that," he said placing the guitar down on the couch between us. 

I laughed, "In my dreams, that," I pointed at him, "that was a natural talent."

He shrugged, "I mean I guess some of it is, but I had to learn like everyone else."

"Who taught you?"

He was silent for a moment, I felt I had maybe asked the wrong question, "My mum."

I smiled, "That's sweet."

"Yeah," he quickly stood up and handed me the guitar, "I have to get going, I told pops I would come to the store today."

I sat up from the couch, "Yeah, okay, thanks again for last night... and today."

"Yeah, no problem," he gave me the guitar, "here you go, actually practice."

He lead me to the door, "Will do."

I walked out and gave him a small smile and he closed the door quickly, not even looking at me.