i'm gonna keep getting underneath you.

“What a dick- no kid is that bad at seven.” she let out bluntly, her eyes narrowing as she thought about what he possibly could have done at that age. There was absolutely nothing she could think of to justify it. “I’m sorry, buddy.” She offered though it wasn’t much of a consolation. With her teeth tugging at her bottom lip she let out a quiet laugh from the back of her throat. “At least you’re honest about it. One day? If you hang out with me long enough, hm?” A teasing smile spreading over her lips as she reached to turn his arm over in her hands, looking closely at the designs for the first time. “You might be surprised to hear that I don’t really pay attention to your forearms when I’m seeing you naked.”  Her fingertips ran over the smooth designs while she examined them. “Don’t need to ask what this one means.” Hayden’s eyes flicked up to his face for a moment as she tapped against the most obvious one on his inner forearm. 

"My sister Natalie was born so I guess he was just annoyed with having me around. Either way, it's whatever. He's a bigger asshole than me." he explained, it didn't really bother him anymore about, even if he tried to put it back together after it happened. "It's fine....baby." He said with a smile on his face after. "I mean, to be real, I've seen you naked so I don't think the long enough really matters." He let out a small laugh. He watched his arm and her hand. His tattoos really told more than what his mouth couldn't speak. Piano keys for his love of music. Flower for his heritage. So on and so forth with them. He let out a light laugh when her fingers tapped on his Sinatra tattoo. "Yep, I was brave enough to get a guy on my forearm. I actually had one girl stop in the middle because it freaked her out."

“Must be in your blood. How many can you play?” she mused as she listened to him speak. There was a smile on her face until she heard his next sentence, her eyes growing wide at him. “Your- Preston broke your guitar? What, why? How old were you?” Though he simply shrugged, the news upset Hayden a little more than she wanted to let on. She shook her head slightly. “Well, cheating is no fun so sorry to your friend but at least something good came out of it hm? I’d be interested to hear about some that are about your experiences.” Her eyebrow ticked up as she spoke before she was pointing at his arm. “Can I ask you a question?” She leaned forward a little bit to stage-whisper. “Can I see your tattoos?” An embarrassed smile on her face.

"Six." He answered her with a smile, dropping it when she asked him the next question. "I was seven and he was just mad at me, I guess. Wasn't the best kid growing up." He answered without much effort to his voice, nodding. "Cheating isn't, but yet I still do it. Also, maybe. One day you'll hear about my experiences." He let out a small chuckle from his lips at her question, holding out his left arm for he. He had eight tattoos. “You’ve seen me naked, Hayden. You haven’t seen them?”

Licking her lips with warm cheeks, Hayden’s gaze drifted away from him. Never one for handling compliments very well, she busied herself with standing off the bench to straddle it before sitting back down, facing him. “I guess you never stopped playing once you started?” Her eyebrows rose, enjoying learning more about him before confusion crossed her features “you broke your guitar in half?” Her lips tugged into a slight frown at the idea. “That’s true. With other forms of art, like photography, mistakes can make a work beautiful but with music you need to be more precise. Must be rewarding to hear the finished product though. Do you write from personal experiences?” Her head tilted as she regarded him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had such an open and honest conversation about anything let alone something she loved so much. “I think most people find my rambling annoying but,” her shoulders shrugged to her ears before settling. “I’ll show you one day.”

He looked at her as she sat facing him now, turning a little to face her. "I learned how to play the piano when I was five, honestly. So, after that, I never stopped trying to learn new instruments." He glanced at her, shaking head. "No, Preston did. He got mad at me one night and broke it." He shrugged a little at her, furrowing his eyebrows a little. "Sometimes. Most of my songs are from person experience. Whether it be from me or some of my friends. I have a song that's like 'think about what you did and hope to god he was worth it.' is about cheating, a girl's never cheated on me, but got a friend whose girl did." He explained, hoping he made sense in some sort of way. "I don't." He assured her

“You do not happen to know any Selena, do you?” she questioned with a knowing look. A soft giggle, following by a quiet singing of a line, “Dreaming, of you tonight?” she sang in a melodic alto, leaning back and crossing her legs casually, a dramatic hand flinging over her face. “Corazón, no puedo dejar de pensar en ti-” she whisper sang seductively, voice mimicking Selena’s. She peeked out from her hand, before throwing it down and allowing it to rest on her bed while she looked at him. “Trey Songz?” she questioned, not actually expecting him to be versed in the ways of Selena Quintanilla-Pérez.

“I know of her, I’ve seen the movie. Don’t know her songs.” He admitted with a small chuckle following. A smile playing on her lips when she sang a little from a song by her. “Beautiful.' He told her, as he walked closer to her bed, leaning against it. I know you got all dressed up for the club. Waiting on a man to come pick you up. Baby, when I saw ya walking out the door. I just knew ya needed something more' He sang softly, leaning his hands on her bed.

“Impressive.” Hayden admitted without a hint of sarcasm. She had always meant to learn more but hadn’t gotten around to it. She couldn’t help the short laugh that echoed from her lips at his line, her nose scrunching. She had always hated the word pretty. “Always been pretty.” she let out with a half-hearted shrug. “It does make me feel better. Thank you for that. And did it work, staring at it?” Her eyebrow ticking up as she bit back a grin. “Do you still have it?” Hayden adjusted the lens on her camera, lifting it to her eye as she spoke. “We all have our passions, don’t we? I’m really jealous of yours if I’m honest. The idea of creating music is so captivating to me.” The shutter clicked as she snapped a photo of the piano keys before lowering the camera to look at him. “That’s exactly it. That’s what I love capturing most. Moments. The way someone’s eyes light up when they see a long lost friend and all that cheesy stuff.” She offered a sheepish smile, aware that she was rambling a bit.

“You’re gorgeous.” He corrected himself. “Really fuckin’ gorgeous, Hayden.” He flashed her a charming smile before chuckling, nodding. “Nah, I had to pick up and pluck strings, who would have of thought, huh?” He mused, laughing before shrugging without effort really. “Nope. I mean- I do, but it’s kinda..broken in half.” He admitted to her before he leaned back on his hand. “Yeah, but yours is much easier in a way. Mine takes time and process. Frustration or getting the right sound to sound even the least bit of good.” He smiled as she rambled, his eyes never leaving her face. She was passionate about it and he was sort of heart eyes about it. “You’re adorable when you ramble, you know. I really want to see what you’ve taken sometime now.”

Blue looked over at his friend, the only term for his gaze that was appropriate at the moment would probably be ‘heart eyes’. “I know you’d drop dead before saying it out loud but I know you love me. So I’ll take a break for you.” He settled, “Your jokes are terrible but you’re still very funny. I think you should be a singing comedian.”

“Don’t you dare ever tell anyone eiehter.” He said, basically admitting what Blue just said to him. “A singing comedian? Nah, I’ll think I’ll settle for the songs I’m doing now, man. So muc better than a funny ass song. I refuse to turn into that one song from Scrubs. Guy Love? Is that it?”

“Si, alright.” she said, though still wasn’t expecting much. When they arrived to her room she let him in and closed her door behind them, putting the pizza box down over in the corner and then going to her bed to sit down. Big brown eyes looked up at him, red manicured nails flipping dark hair behind her shoulder. “You are going to sing now?” she grinned.

He followed behind and up to her room, shutting the door when he walked in and leaned against the door. He flashed her a charming smile. “Give me a song.” 

Letting out a pretend offended scoff, she stuck her tongue out at him before cracking a proper smile. She tucked her hair behind her ears, “I can do Come Fly With Me, too but we can save that.” She waved one hand to dismiss his thanks, she really didn’t deserve it. Hayden watched him pick up her camera, reacting a moment too late to cover her face from the photo. “Hey- that’s my job.” she laughed lightly, taking the camera back and turning it over in her hands. “I can’t remember ever not taking photos.” Her brows creased together for a moment as she tried to remember a time before but she couldn’t. “It started with those plastic disposable cameras but, I used to rip them open and completely destroy the film because I had zero idea that things needed to be developed.” Hayden rolled her eyes at herself, grinning at the memory. “When I got a bit older my school had a darkroom so I got to learn the whole process and just fell totally in love.” She lifted the camera as she spoke to snap his photo.

"I can do I Got You Under My Skin, My Funny Valentine, and more, but I'm not gonna brag tonight." He slightly laughed. He smiled at her with her reaction. "Just trying to take the things that are pretty in this room." He noted, the line being anything but smooth from his lips. He listened to her talk and her clumsy learning when she was using those stupid cameras parents would bring on family vacations. "Makes you feel better, I got a guitar when I was 6 and I just stared at it, hoping I would just learn from that." He chuckled and then shook his head, his first guitar that's in pieces back home in the valley. "I like that you have a passion of your own. Photos are art. Take the picture of what your mouth can't say." He said as he chuckled as she took a picture of him, rubbing his face before taking off his jacket.

“M’good, my own parents haven’t talked t’me in years, forget crazy step-dad’s that aren’t even my own.” He said with a sigh. Jesse listened to Alex talk, it was more or less a rant at this point about his feeling towards Gen, and every time he wanted to cut the other off he bit his tongue, letting him get it off his chest before cutting in. “That’s just ‘bout the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. What good is pushin’ her away gon’ be? If y’all love each other then y’need t’just give it a try, an’ if it doesn’t work out then y’know. What good is gon’ come of all of this fightin’ and shit that you two put each other through just so after it all y’can just say ‘what if?’ What if Gen’s the love of your life and y’let her go, on awful terms, just ‘cause y’couldn’t bring yourself t’try an’ be with her? You’re not gonna get her back if y’do that.”

"If it doesn’t work you then what? I’m a big fat liar? That’s how I see it. There are no 'what ifs' in this. She deserves better. She deserves someone who isn't so emotionally closed off. She needs to trust someone and I'm not that person. I'm a fuckin' trash bag with commitment issues and emotional damage. Man, she deserves someone like you.” he said that last sentence with more bitter tone to it, jealously per say.

Blue: i hate you

Blue: i have literally no clue

Blue: you gotta think of that yourself dude it's your mistake

Blue: but get her back, she's a good one

Alex: and admit my mistake?

A warm smile tugged her lips when he promised not to judge. He had no idea how nervous she was. “You can tell them I’m a very important person.” she informed him like it was the most obvious thing in the world, teasing of course. It was like a breath of fresh air to finally play something for someone else. She had spent the last four years only playing for herself. Her hands pulled back from the keys when she finished to clasp together again in her lap. “Thanks.” she mumbled, a sad smile ghosting onto her face before she blinked it away. “I had a good teacher.” Flashing her eyes up to him for a moment before letting them go back to the keys. “Anyway,” she cleared her throat quietly. “I remembered how much you like Sinatra so. I think your singing helped me sound better.”

"A very important person that gives me nice head? Deal." he clicked his tongue between his teeth, flashing a smile at her. He noticed the sad smile, but he decided to leave that conversation for another time. Maybe when they were in a more settling place. And not to kill the mood that the place was in. He nodded lightly, leaning his elbow on the piano and his head on his hand. "I love him so, thank you." He assured her, before fixing his jacket and leaned down to take a hold of her camera, snapping a picture of her before handing it back to her. “When did you start? Taking pictures? What age?”