is it too much to ask for someone to teach me how to play drums/guitar and we have that moment of our hands touching like in movies? is that too much to ask for?

I had Blank Space stuck in my head and this is the result

“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” I kept walking,” Oh really. You think I’m just going to listen to your every command. I can make all these Goddamn tables turn.”  He followed me when all I wanted was for him to leave. I stopped and pressed him against a wall,” Who the hell is she?” I point at a girl waiting at his front door. He pushed me off,” Go home (insert name). You’re drunk.” I scoffed,” Since when am I the drunk one? You’ll be back and you know it. You two won’t last.” He got into my face.” That’s because you are a fucking nightmare that can’t do anything by themselves!” I got into his face and spoke in a low, teasing tone,” I may be a nightmare but I’m dressed like a daydream.” He backed up and started walking towards the girl. “You know you only want love if it’s torture. YOU HEAR THAT! YOUR BOYFRIEND IS JUST WANTS A SHITTY SHORT ROMANCE THAT HURTS HIM!” And I stormed off.

Random Writings Pt. 2

And as she walked away, I was overcome by this feeling that it was always me. I was the one that messed things up. I was the one that pushed her away. I couldn’t live with that anymore. “(Insert name here)! Stop!” She turned to face me with tears coming down her face. I ran towards her,” Don’t go. Please don’t take the job.” She quickly wiped the tears from her face. “I have to go. Unless you can give me a really good reason not to.” I hesitated. Was now my chance? She sighed and started walking away again. I grabbed her wrist,” Because I need you, (insert name). You’re my person, my love, my light. And I know I haven’t done a very good job of showing it but, please. Stay. For us.” I saw her lip quiver and her hands shake. “Ok. I’ll stay.” I sighed with relief," Thank God.” I pulled her into a hug and refused to let go. After a few moments we pulled apart but only enough to be able to look into each other’s eyes. There was enough tension and gravity between us that I felt physically drawn to her, so I kissed her. And at that moment I knew she was mine and I was hers.

Random Writings Pt. 1

She was struggling to keep it together. To be fair how well would you be keeping it together if you were just stabbed in the side by royal guards. Eliana was walking as quickly as she could to Jacoby’s house. On any other normal day she wouldn't have dreamed of going to see him but she needed help. After a few more minutes of walking, his home came into view. There was smoke coming out of the chimney and some lights were on inside. Eliana finally got to his front door and knocked. He opened the door, ”Eliana? Why are you here?” She gasped and fell into his arms, ”I didn’t know where else to go.” Jacoby noticed the blood going down her side, ”Oh shit. Let’s go inside.” He helped her into the kitchen and then went to get some supplies to clean her up. He came back and she was leaning into the counter, slowly sliding down the cabinets. He was noticeably taller than her so he had to set her on the counter to see her wound properly. He picked her up with ease but was sure to be gentle when setting her down. He was about to lift up her shirt but stopped, ”Do you mind?” She lightly scoffed, ”I’m bleeding out and you think I care if you lift up my shirt. Really?” “I thought it was the gentlemanly thing to do.” Eliana shook her head, ”No I don’t mind.” He tried just lifting up the part of her shirt that was over the wound but it got too big of a cut. Jacoby gulped, ”You’re going to have to take off your shirt.” “That’s fine, she groaned, ”Just stitch me up already. Skip the pleasantries.” He gingerly removed her shirt revealing her chest and stomach. Jacoby caught himself staring at her figure longer than considered acceptable. He got out some alcohol and applied it to a cotton pad before putting it on her cut. Eliana groaned and bit her lip. He kept cleaning the wound, ”I know it hurts but you’re doing so well Elly.” Her chest was rising and falling faster as he started to sew the cut back together. Once he was done he wrapped the suture up, ”Are you going to tell me what happened now that you aren’t bleeding to death?” “Yeah, yeah, only if you get me a new shirt first.” He walked to his room and got out a t-shirt for her to wear and tossed it at her. “Thanks douchebag.” “How am I a douchebag? I just saved your life.” Eliana started turning the shirt to put it on, ”You just are.” “Whatever.” Eliana lifted her arms up to put the shirt on but was in too much pain to do it herself. “Could you help me?” Jacoby was getting some mugs down, ”What’s the magic word?” Elly made a pouty face. ”Please.” He laughed at her, ”Only because you asked so nicely and made that face.” He pulled the shirt over her gently before asking, ”Do you need help down?” She shook her head “no” and got down, somehow, safely.