adamantbull:

    _{Ah, Mondays. Gotta hate them to be quite honest. It’s the first day of the week and unfortunately, no one was prepared to go back to school. Long days in classes with people that don’t interest you. At least, that how it was for Tabitha. She just wished that she could stay in the music room all day to work on a new song or possibly get the lead role in the next musical they were having. In that case, she would have to fight against someone else who was going to take her spotlight.}

  _{However, that wasn’t important right now. Only thirty minutes till the bell rang for first period. The sun was shining and everyone was within their little cliques. For Tabby, she was under her favorite tree. A guitar was out and a breeze went through her dark hair. Digits strummed against the strings to get her mind off of things. Such a wonderful feeling. However, the sun was slowly dissipating when a person was standing near her. Averting her optics up to the fellow person, a lenient smile came across her lips.} 

     _{”Oh hey! You need somethin’?”}

_{The blonde haired individual had some free time before that bell rang and the classes began. So, the male considered simply enjoying the scenery around him before the start of school. Ah yes, the luscious emerald grass flowing ever so peacefully in the wind. Leaves rustling from the spring wind along with the colorful flower’s besides them. Inhaling calmly, a smile curved the student’s lips. A lone digit going to adjust glasses back into place. Mostly, the young man only needed them for reading during studies.  A breeze caused loose strands of blonde hair to sway alongside forehead, fixing hair, a woman’s voice was heard.}

_{Looking to the side, there she was. Underneath a tree with a musical instrument that played a lovely melody, such a sweet sound to ears. At home during parties music could be heard all around the mansion he lived in. It was nice to hear in the middle of the day when homework assignments were assigned to him, working comfortably with the sound of peaceful tunes. Golden oculars traced themselves down to the raven. A smile forming before responding with a slight Italian accent to the female.}

_{“Oh nothing much, I was just enjoying the scenery. What a lovely instrument your playing, guitar I presume?”}