After Jake arrived it was even quieter than it was before he got here. The silence dragged out until Jake finally said "you sound great playing your guitar" I blushed a bit. No one ever really heard me play, let alone complemented me. No, I told myself. He's playing with my head, trying to get my trust and flatter me and whatever, then stab me in the back. I wasn't letting anyone else hurt me again, especially this cute looking guy. I finally asked him what brought him out to the park here? He said that he usually takes a walk through the park after school while the sun sets. It's pretty said Jake. And your music makes it that much better. What's with this guy I asked myself? Why does he keep complementing me on my music? Then a question came to mind. Do you play any instruments? Why yes I do, replied Jake. I play the drums and I play piano. Those are quite some different instruments you can play. Then Jake smiled and asked if I'd like to play together some time? Say sometime after school tomorrow? I don't know what got into me, but I said yes. I actually said yes. I mean, what could happen? If he couldn't play then I wouldn't play with him again, but if he could play, well, we could make some decent music together right? No harm in playing together, I hope. The next day I went to school as usual. Same old routine and what not. I couldn't focus as usual, but this time it wasn't because the math teacher was soooo boring. This time my mind kept wandering to later after school, when Jake and I would jam together. When school, finally, finished, I started off to the music room where Jake said we'd meet up. I started to get self concious of the fact that I was walking really fast, too fast. I started walking slower but then thought I'd be late. As I was thinking about how fast or slow I was walking I ran straight into Jake. I fell and he quickly caught me. Totally cliché right? I quickly stood up and turned my face away to hide the blush that had started to appear. So, Jake said. You ready to um, jam? He started to stutter. Jake stutters? I thought. I never really thought he was one of those smooth players or anything, but his stuttering just added onto the fact of how cu... no, not cute, not cute I told myself. I turned around and started heading to the music room around the corner. Jake following close behind. I walked through the door into the music room and saw that amazing angelic instrument, the acoustic guitar. The most amazing and soul moving instrument I'd ever heard. I walked straight over to it, picked it up and did a quick strum of the strings. Awe man it sounded amazing. I did a quick tune up and started playing a few familiar tunes. Jake started playing the drums, matching with my music. It sounded not too bad I must admit. After we finished a few songs with him playing drums, he walked over and sat down in front of the grand piano and started to play and amazing sounding melody. It reminded me of powerful winds sweeping through the mountains, deep and overwhelming, but gentle and calming at the same time. After he finished I asked him what song that was? He blushed a bit and said that it was a song he had been working on for a while now, and that was the first time he'd played in front of anyone before. I realized that my mouth had opened wide enough for a bus to go through and I quickly shut it. That, sounded, amazing! I said. Could you um, help me with it? Jake asked. M..me? I stuttered. He laughed, yes you silly. I suddenly got really excited and I happily answered yes! So, Jake said. That mean we're a duet now? I thought about it quickly and answered, yes, yes we are.