Taylor’s POV
I knocked on the door, carrying my guitar in one hand, a notebook in the other. I waited for a moment, and then Hayley swung the door open. I smiled brightly and said, “It’s Saturday.”
She grinned, looking really happy. “Yeap, its Saturday.”
We walked into her living room. Again, her house was silent. Nobody was at home besides her. Was she always alone? We took a seat in the living in the exact same spot at last time. “How come nobody is ever home on Saturdays?” I finally blurted out.
Hayley sighed. She looked hurt. My stomach rolled again. I hated seeing her like. It made me feel hurt, kind of like what she looked like she was feeling right now. “They’re always out of the house,” she said. “But it’s okay. My mom took my sisters to see some relatives. I told her I couldn’t come because I was seeing you.”
I stared at her. “Hayley, you should’ve gone. I would’ve understood—“
She stopped my words by putting a finger on my lip. My heart stopped beating for a second. “I didn’t want to go,” she said quietly. “I wanted to see you really badly.”
I didn’t want it to be silent once again. “I did too,” I said softly. I took out my guitar and began to start tuning it up. It only took a few moments. Hayley sat there, watching me like she was seeing magic happen.
“You’re really good at playing the guitar,” she said, grinning cutely. “Actually, stay here. I’ll be back in a moment.” She walked out of the room, and went up the stairs. I sat there for maybe 3 minutes, wondering what the heck she was doing. Finally, she came downstairs. But she was carrying something with her, a guitar.
My eyes shone, as I saw her sit down beside me, holding it close to her. “My dad gave this to me four years ago,” she said softly. “I was never able to play since we couldn’t afford lessons back then. But I was wondering.” She looked at me with those beautiful hopeful green eyes. “I was wondering if you could teach me how to play.”
I smiled big. “I’d love to.”