I sigh and get out of bed. My mom wants me to learn how to play the guitar so she went and booked lessons for me. I really don’t want to leave the house today because I’ve got a headache. I take two pain killers and then head downstairs for some breakfast.
“Morning Harper.” Mom smiles pouring the milk into my bowl of milo cereal.
“Morning mom, when’s dad going to be back from his business trip?” I ask.
“In three weeks.” She replies. “You’ve got your first guitar lesson at 12 and it’s 11 now. I bought you a purple guitar (A/N: I know nothing about guitars okay).”
I hurry and eat the rest of my cereal. I put the bowl in the sink and run upstairs to get changed. I have a shower and then put on a black top, a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, my Black Veil Brides necklace, a whole heap of band bracelets, and a pair of all black converses. I flat iron my black hair and put a shitload of hairspray in it. I then put a ring of eyeliner around both of my eyes along with black eye shadow and mascara. If my guitar teacher is judgemental I will hurt them. Actually I wouldn’t hurt them because mom would be disappointed in me but I would refuse to talk to them at lessons or something. I don’t know.
I quickly fix up my black chipping nail polish by reapplying black over it. I get my iPod along with my headphones and run down the stairs. Mom hands me my guitar in its case and we get into the car.
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After an awkward silence between the two of us in the car, mainly because I was listening to a mix of Motionless In White, Black Veil Brides, Sleeping With Sirens and Vampires Everywhere! and mom knows not to disturb me while my headphones are in my ears. Unless it’s urgent, and I mean really urgent.
Mom parks the car in the driveway of a double story house and we both get out. By this stage my hands are shaking. Not because I’m nervous and I know nothing about playing guitar but because I hate talking to new people. You’re probably thinking “Well how do you expect to make new friends if you’re like that?” well I don’t know. You either like a person or you don’t. Simple.
I leave my headphones in my ears and then mom looks at me.
“One?” I pout.
“Okay Harper, one.” Mom sighs.
I’ll put it simply for you; music is my life and has taken over my life completely. Mom knocks on the door and I remember that I left my guitar in the car. Stupid me and my meeting new people stress. I rush back to the car and then walk back to see mom talking to someone whose voice seems familiar. I shrug it off and stand next to my mother.
“So you’re Harper?” A tallish guy with black hair asks.
I nod my head and try not to stare. Wait a second. That’s Jinxx, rhythm guitarist and violinist of Black Veil Brides. Holy fuck he’s standing right in front of me. He’s so much hotter in person.
Harper, try to control yourself. I mentally slap myself.
“So I’ll see you in an hour and a half.” Mom says placing her hand on my shoulder.
“Sorry, I zoned out for a second.” I reply. I just keep embarrassing myself don’t I? I have no chance with Jinxx anyway, he’s dating Sammi, he’s 20 and I’m 18 (A/N: For the sake of this fan fiction that is how things will work).
“Thank you Jeremy, see you later. Have a good time Harper.” Mom smiles placing a kiss on my cheek.
“Mom I’m 18, you’ll have to stop doing that one day.” I grumble wiping her kiss off of my cheek.
“Bye sweetie.” Mom waves from her car.
Great, now I’m stuck here with him. I see him glance at my necklace.
“Fan?” He asks.
I nod my head.
“Well you’ve got a good taste in music then.” He laughs softly.
“Come inside.” Jinxx says.
We walk into his house and sit down in what I’m guessing his is music room.
“So your name’s Harper?” Jinxx asks breaking another awkward silence that I probably caused.
“Yeah.” I reply.
“I’m Jinxx, but I’m sure you know that.” He laughs a little.
I nod my head. “So do I call you Jinxx or..?” I trail off.
“I prefer Jinxx but it’s up to you.” He says.
“Okay. I’m always like this around new people, it’s not because you’re in a band or I don’t like you or anything. I don’t know why I’m like this.” I explain and then go back to being quiet.
“That’s okay, I was afraid that I scared you or something. “ Jinxx smiles.
There’s another silence between us.
“I see you brought your guitar with you. Can I see it?” He asks.
I nod my head and hand it to him.
“It looks like it’s never been touched.” He says looking at it.
“That’s because it hasn’t. I’ve never picked up an instrument in my life. I’m scared that I’ll break it.” I say softly. The embarrassment just keeps coming.
“You won’t break it, here.” He smiles handing my guitar back to me. He shows me how to hold it and then sits back. “See, it’s not breaking. I’ll be back in a second.”
I look down at the guitar that I’m holding. It really is a nice purple, my mother knows me too well. I smile and then see that Jinxx has returned with his guitar.
“Are there any songs that you really want to learn?” He asks.
“Whatever is easiest for you to teach.” I smile as I reply.
“Well, we’ll start with some basic stuff and then I’ll get you started with your favourite BVB song.” Jinxx says.
“Sounds like a good idea.” I reply.
“You’re talking more.” Jinxx grins. “What’s your favourite BVB song?” He asks.
“Umm, you’ll have to give me a second to think about it because I love them all.” I start thinking and Jinxx nods his head. “Probably Sweet Blasphemy.”
“Cool, we’ll get you started on that later. I’ll teach you the basic stuff now.” Jinxx says as he sits next to me.