Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ His Rhythm, My Melody ❯ Practicing or no? ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I walked into my mother’s room, she was putting away laundry. “Hey, mom?”

“Hmm?”

“Would it be alright if Mr. Parker came over tonight so I could get more practice in?” I held my breath waiting for her answer.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” She said without a moment’s hesitation. I was honestly surprised. Not extremely surprised, I just figured she would at least bring up having to make dinner for him again. I went downstairs and into my room, pulling out my phone and dialing Mr. Parker’s number.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Hey, my mom’s okay with you coming over.” I scratched my head.

“Really?” His voice brightened, “Great, when should I come over?”

I thought for a moment, “Now?”

“Okay, I will be there in a little bit. I’m still at the school, so it won’t take me long.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.” I shut my phone. I waited in my room, laid back on my bed, listening to music on my Mp3. I didn’t hear Mr. Parker come into the room, but I felt him run a hand through my hair. My eyes widened in surprise, “You scared me.”

He laughed, “Sorry, your mom let me in.”

I stretched then sat up in my bed, Mr. Parker sitting down next to me. There was a knock at my door, we both turned seeing my father opening the door. “Who’s this?” He asked, a look of confusion spreading across his face.

“This is my band teacher.” I quickly answered. Why was my father home so early from work?

“Why is he over?”

Mr. Parker gave me a nervous look, “He came over for dinner and to help me practice.” My father looked at the both of us strangely then left the room.

“Should I leave?” Mr. Parker asked.

“No, it’s fine. Just ignore him.” We sat there awkwardly, what were we supposed to do?

“Maybe we should actually practice.” He suggested. I sighed and went to the side of my bed. I put together my clarinet and pulled out my music. I sat back down, next to Mr. Parker who gave me a small smile. He silently watched me play for a little bit, then my mom came into the room.

“Your father’s home,” she sighed.

“I know.”

“If you would rather practice at your teacher’s house, I completely understand. You could come back for dinner.” She offered.

“Oh, ok. Yeah, we’ll just practice at his house.”

“Ok.” She left the room.

I looked to Mr. Parker, he smiled, “To my house?” His eyes gleamed. I stood and nodded, “You won’t need your clarinet.” He took my clarinet from me and laid it on my bed. I felt my cheeks heat up.

We quickly walked down the hall and out of the house. We got into his car and Mr. Parker began to drive us to his house. I sat quietly in his car the whole way, feeling so nervous, I could throw up.

I nervously walked into Mr. Parker’s house and was about ready to tell him I wasn’t feeling well when he pointed to a piano. “Would you like to practice?” I stared at the piano, dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe I thought he was planning something else. It was just the way he had looked at me before. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just,” What was I supposed to say? “I thought,” I paused, “Never mind.” I grumbled.

Mr. Parker laughed at me, amused. “You thought what? That I was going to bring you over here and seduce you?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe.” A blush rose to my cheeks as I continued to stare at the piano with crossed arms.

“Is that what you want?” My eyes met his, I wasn’t really sure what I wanted. I felt totally confused. “I was just excited about you coming over.”

“Oh.” Silly me….

“Practicing or no?” His face held a very amused expression.

“Yeah, let’s practice.” I felt sort of, well, stupid and embarrassed. I think we got in an hour’s worth of practicing before my mother sent me a text saying dinner was about ready. As I was walking for the door, Mr. Parker grabbed my arm making me pause. I glanced back at him confused.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked innocently.

I didn’t answer, but stepped closer to him while wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms held me as we softly kissed. The moment was short, but the feeling lingered on my lips long after we left the house. I wasn’t too surprised when dinner came and my father ate in his room, leaving the three of us alone at the table. “How’s band?” My mom asked, trying to break the awkwardness.

“Great.”

“You should come to practice sometime,” Mr. Parker politely offered my mom.

“Maybe I will.” She smiled.

Afterwards, I stood with Mr. Parker outside by his car. “So, your dad….” He began.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay….”

“Well, I guess I will talk to mom about this weekend and I will give you a call afterwards.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting.” He gave me a loving smile as he got in his car. I quickly went back in the house where my mother was doing the dishes from dinner. I grabbed a towel and began to dry dishes.

“Hey, mom. I was wanting to know if I could go some where this weekend.”

“Where?” She gave me a curious look. I never left the house so it was probably surprising to her.

“Well, I really need to practice for the band competition. I have a solo and I’m pretty nervous about it so I was thinking,” I paused for a moment, “maybe I could stay over at Mr. Parker’s house this weekend and get some extra help. He’s been teaching me how to play piano too and I would love to get more practice in for that too.”

“Oh, ok. That sounds okay, I guess.” We were quiet for a few minutes. “Honey, I don’t want to say anything bad about your teacher, but do you really feel comfortable staying the weekend with him? He just seems a little too interested in…..well, you.”

I swallowed hard, “Yeah, it’s fine. I guess we sort of became friends. He’s the first person I’ve met that I can actually….talk to.” My voice softened. I looked to my mom who gave me a small smile.

“Well, that’s good then. I’m happy for you. Just…..be careful.”

“Thanks,” I laughed. I went to my room and as soon as I shut the door, I dialed Mr. Parker’s number.

“Hello?” He answered.

“She said it was okay,” I kept my voice low because of my dad.

“Really? That’s great!” His voice beamed.

“Yeah, she was concerned though.” I laughed a little.

“Yeah, that’s understandable. What kind of a mother would she be if she wasn’t?”

“Yeah….She told me to be careful. I guess she’s worried you might take advantage of me.”

He laughed, “Well, anything’s possible.” He laughed lightly, “You wouldn’t mine too much, would you?”

“Ummm…” I felt myself blush.

“I wish I could see your face right now. I bet it’s cute.” My blush deepened. “I’m so glad we get to spend the weekend together.” I heard him sigh.

“Yeah, me too.” I felt like a girl, boys didn’t usually feel like this, right?

“Can we sleep together?” There was a pause, “Like in the same bed?”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” I was going to snuggle with my teacher!! There was a knock at the door, “Hold on,” I said to Mr. Parker. “Yeah?” I asked in a raised voice.

“I need you to go to the store,” I heard my father say.

“Okay.” I waited for him to walk away, “I got to go,” I told Mr. Parker.

He sighed, “Okay, I guess I will see you at school tomorrow.”

“Okay, umm, good night.” I felt like I didn’t know how to say bye to him.

“Night, Zachary.” He had such a nice voice.

“Bye.” I smiled to myself.

“Bye.” I hung up.

Yaoi-Freak1990 - Sorry again for taking so long to update. College keeps ya busy. I have class tomorrow and I stayed up late tonight to do this story. So be grateful! Haha just kidding. I’m trying to get more done on my stories. Thank you for being so patient and reviewing. You guys are great!