O/O Anybody? (Closed)

(It's totally fine!<3)

"Izz, I literally don't know what to do to stop, what is making you like this? I don't want you to be quiet." He pouted rubbing a thumb over her hand.
"I love hearing your voice."

A small smile broke through her lips. She wasn't used to having someone like this. Some one complimenting her, though not out of lust or greed.
Her dark eyes flickered towards him
"I just don't really know what to say" she shrugged

"Well what are your hobbies?" He asked rubbing her shoulder with a smile.

"flirting" she held up a finger "singing, dancing, oh, do road trips count? I really like road trips" she smiled.

He chuckled nuzzling his nose against her. "Sure- I'll remember that." He hummed kissing her cheek.

She looked up to the sky with a content gaze in her coffee colored eyes before speaking softly. “Well, what’re your hobbies huh?”

"Mine? Not many really." He shrugged following her gaze. "I'm not as interesting as most people."

She nudged his side with her elbow teasingly “oh do,e on, you have to have something you like to do on your free time”

"I mean, I guess I play piano. Not well, but I do. Of and laser tag! I love laser tag!" He laughed smiling at her.

“Really!? I wouldn’t have guessed!” She smiled “we should do that sometime then!l

"Heck yeah!" He exclaimed excited. "Man, they're some of my favorite activities." He grinned.

(What now?)

(Not sure, time skip?)

(Sure)

A few minutes later she got a call from Hugo and she had to go.
Hopping in the car, though waiting for him to get in, she started the car.
“I need to get back to the apartment and go practice before I’m late. Sorry’

"Hey, no need to worry, I get it." He smiled kissing her cheek once in the car.
"You wanna sound amazing, though I bet you do even without practice, for tonight."

She rolled her eyes “oh whatever. You’re just saying that” she pulled out of the park and drove to the apartment.

"I may be, but that's because I haven't heard you yet." He frowned, looking out to the road.

“Well you will tonight” she says stopping the car at the building and getting out.
“Hey, could you help me take all of my things there. Maybe you could meet Hugo!” She kissed his cheek

"Sure thing! I don't mind at all." He smiled at her kiss.
"Let's get started." He hummed taking her hand in his.

“Alrighty!” She says giving his hand a squeeze and heading in.
Soon they reached her room and went into another small room with a whole bunch of music equipment. Papers, stands, microphones, more stands, a keyboard and her brown and black guitar hanging on the wall.
“I know this isn’t much and I would be able to do this by myself, but i like your company too much to not ask you to help me. I hope you don’t mind” she blushed

"Of course not! I'd honestly tell you to go sit down or make lunch and I'd go pack your trunk." Brett laughed slightly, letting go of her hand. He walked over to her guitar and smiled.
"Does it have a case? I don't want it damaged." He questioned, as he unhooked it from the wall to get a better look at it.
It was nice, a beautiful color indeed. He liked how it felt in his hands, but he obviously couldn't take it, it was hers'.

“Well make lunch isn’t all I could do” She says jokingly
“And yes it does. Here I’ll go get it. It’s in my bedroom I think.” She smiled and went out of the room and into her own room with a smile.
“Man all this being out in the sun…I’ll get darker than I was before” she mumbled to herself as she looking through her belongings for the case.

Brett laughed some, watching her walk out. “I’ll start gathering other things.” He mumbled to himself, as he started. He hung the guitar back up, and looked around for papers. He stacked them, setting them on a nearby table.

She soon found herself stuck underneath her bed halfway trying to reach for her guitar case. After about 5 minutes she grabbed it and tried to get out.
“Curse my thickness.” She mumbled to herself as she tried to lift the bed itself to get out, with failure

Brett had cleaned up her music room, and was ready to carry things out.
"Hey, Izz?" He called lifting up a box of papers. "You found it yet?"

She heard his voice faintly, sitting up but quickly hitting the back of her head against the bed frame. “Ouch!” She called out as she rubbed the back of her head and slid out from underneath the bed. Soon she walked into the room to see Brett and a clean music room. “Gee…sorry I wasn’t much help. I got stuck under the bed” she says wincing a bit as she rubbed the back of her head with the free hand that wasn’t holding the big black guitar case.

"It's fine-" He paused watching her rubbing her head.
"You OK? What happened?" He asked walking over to her taking the case and setting it aside. "Did you get hurt?"

“Well” she laughed a bit. She’s always been quite the clumsy one believe it or not.
“I had to go underneath the bed in order to get the case, but I first got stuck, then when I finally got out, I hit the back of my head on the wooden frame really hard. But I’ll be okay” she waves it off, then goes over to the guitar still hooked on the wall, grabbing it and setting it in the case.
“You ready to go?”

"Yeah, if you are." He hummed picking up the stuff again.
Brett was balancing a dozen or so things on top of the first box, a smile on his lips.