CoPey1419

Christopher, an almost eighteen year old, piano prodigy, finds himself interested in learning a new skill, and decides to recruit someone he trusts and knows is a expert at it, his lifelong best friend, Tyler. 

Christopher: Be my instrument... and instructor? To practice this skill until I am perfect enough... 

Tyler: ... to kiss someone else?!

I don't own the cover photo... If I could draw at all I would make this a comic and not this choppy script. 

This just sort of popped into my head while I was taking a nap and listening to piano music... 

Enjoy!

Practice Perfect

There is a myth that says it takes 10,000 hours to master something… 


 I've kissed… I don't know how many girls… I've entered kissing contests against classmates and friends, and won every single time, its also how I caught Mono in junior high… and other than feeling sick from Mono… none of those kisses made me feel anything… It felt like I was just performing an emotionless dance routine… I just learned where to put my hands and when to use my tongue, but none of those kisses took me out of my head the way I read about kisses doing in books between two people who…!!!


It's recommended to practice something for 1.5 to 2 hours a day… 


10,000 divided by 2 is 5,000… 5,000 days is… like… over 13 years... 


I don't know how many hours I've put into kissing… not nearly as many hours as Chris has put into playing the piano…


Tyler & Christopher: *Lips touching. Eyes open.*


Christoper:*Eyes soften as he pulls away from the kiss.* How was that? Horrible. How could it be better?


What… just… happened?! It was a horrible kiss but…


Tyler: *eyes soften as he touches his lips* It was… WAIT! *Pushes Christ off of him and looks angry* What the fuck Chris! You just… why did you do that?!


Chris: *sits on his knees. Stares at the ground.* You said I would need to practice in order to be good… So I thought… *grips pants and looks up at Tyler.*


Tyler's thoughts: What is that look? He looks… nervous?


Christopher: Be my instrument... and instructor? To practice this skill until I am perfect enough... 


Christopher: *Not smiling. Nods his head yes.* You are the best kisser I know of… I only want to learn from the best…


Tyler: *stands up* I— You— I���m going for a walk. *starts for the door. Puts on shoes*


Christopher: *Goes back to the piano* Will you be back for dinner? Mom said she was going to make lasagna… I know it's your favorite…


Christopher: *places shaky hands on piano. Takes a deep breath and sighs* If you don't want to help me practice kissing, it's fine. I will find another teacher...


Tyler: *Walking through a nice neighborhood at a fast pace. 


There is no way I am going to be his kissing teacher… instructor… tool? He just wants to use me so he will be good for that girl… 


*Remember's Chris's last words "I will find another teacher"


*Memories flash of him and Chris playing in the park, playing tag.


Why would he go and change what we had? 


He's my best friend and now he wants to use me… 


*The kiss flashes as a memory again. BADUMP. 


My brain went blank from that crappy kiss… 


Chris: *Resting his head on the piano looking like he may have fallen asleep.


Tyler: *Standing in the doorway.* Fine. I'll teach you how to kiss as good as me, knowing you, you'll probably get better than me… 


Chris: *Sits up and turns around on the bench* Really? Why?


Tyler's thoughts: Because I want to kiss you again


Tyler: Because if you go out and find some other teacher… they might get the wrong idea and take advantage of you. *Cheesy grin* What kind of best friend would let you put yourself in that kind of danger huh?


Chris: *Smiles brightly. Gets up and grabs Tyler's hands.* Thank you! I promise to work very hard.


Tyler's thoughts: Dear god… what am I getting myself into? And when did he get so cute?!
