Fabians' POV

I was just sitting in my room when Nina came in and started talking to me about the mystery. She had found some stuff in Sarah's box and that's all I could remember. She was so beautiful that I got lost in her eyes. Suddenly she noticed that I had dosed off.

"Fabian?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah. Sorry I got distracted." I said nervously.

"Distracted by what?" She asked.

I looked behind her nervously coming up with an idea of why I was distracted besides her good looks. Luckily I saw my guitar.

"I've been working on some songs and I want to play them well. Sorry." I said less worried.

"You know I've always wanted to learn how to play the guitar." She said.

Yes. The idea made her forget the whole distraction incident. Then I had a better idea.

"Hey. I could teach you how to play the basics of the guitar if you'd like." I offered.

"Really? That sounds great." She seemed really excited.

"How about we start your "lessons" tomorrow after school?" I said hopefully getting her to hang out with me EVEN more.

"Sounds great." I don't really remember anything that happened that rest of the night, or school the next day. I was so focused on helping Nina play the guitar. Technically spending time with her in general.

After school, as planned, Nina came into my room and was ready to learn. I showed her how to hold it, but she seemed to have some problems so I sat down next to her and held her hands, guiding them into the correct position. The moment I touched her hands she seemed to relax in my arms making me blush.

Days passed and I taught her how to play some simple songs.

"Wow. I can't believe I'm learning."

"We just rocked Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." I said making her laugh.

As I moved her hands on the fingerboard of the guitar she turned her head back towards mine.

"What's wrong Nina?" I asked confused.

"Nothing. Thank you for teaching me guitar." She said wholeheartedly.

"It was noth-" She kissed me on the lips and my heart raced.

"Sooooo. What was that cho-" I didn't let her try to change the subject. I kissed her again in a way to tell her that we were perfect. Right here. Right now.