You invited Michael, your boyfriend, over to your house.
"Hi Y/N." He smiled widely.
"Hi Michael." You smiled even wider.
You guys did what you usually did when you hung out; Watch TV, eat pizza, make loud noises, each other.
"I'm gonna teach you how to play guitar." Michael suggested, picking up the random guitar that was randomly laying on the couch.
"Okay!" You agreed.
Michael began fixing your fingers to play chords.
"That's not right." He groaned.
You did something wrong again. Michael got mad.
Michael took the guitar from your hands and threw it at you.
You died.
Does the description make sense now?
-Desiree
