So Veron was slowly getting social again but not much he still preferred being at home. He was sixteen now, and he had already done things that he should never have until he was legally of age. He was finding pleasure in video games, football, and other things just to keep his mind off whatever wrong was happening in his life. He also started learning to play guitar, a guy from his college, a senior was teaching him, James.
At first sight James could never appear as a normal guy, he was always listening to songs on his walkman if he had nothing better to do, he was on the college football team that's how Veron and James became friends, Veron would watch James in the college music and arts room often playing some tune or the other, humming tunes, it looked like he was composing his own song. One day when Veron was in the music room talking to another friend James noticed that he was closely being heard by Veron.
As Veron's conversation with his friend ended James made a move and said "Hey! I could see your ears sharply listening to my tune." Veron did not know what to say or that James was trying to flirt. He just said, "Well its interesting to watch cook up some different tunes." James asked if Veron would want to learn to play, Veron seemed interested but didn't reply.
Only a few weeks later, on one fine evening when Veron was sitting in his balcony sipping coffee and watching the people go and he spotted James come in his rugged jeans, oversized shirt and the guitar hung on his shoulder. He waved at Veron and was about to pass by when Veron called out, "James come over, time to start the lessons." James gave away a bright smile. Veron made more coffee, he offered him some and had more himself. He asked James to play his latest composition while he sipped coffee. Veron as always, was mesmerized.
They later got to the tutorials, usually James wouldn't let anyone play his guitar but for Veron he had to make an exception and he did not hesitate it. Veron was excited to have learnt some basic rifts on the first evening itself. It was almost dinner time till then and his dad had already called to inform that he was going to come home post midnight. So Veron was going to make himself a sandwich, he asked James if he would like one too and he insisted that he had one before he left.
They spoke about football and other men stuff over the sandwich, Veron asked when would he come again to teach him more. "We can make this a daily thing if you like, except for when we have football practice." Veron nodded in affirmation and thanked him for the day. They bid goodbye for the night...
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