Taylor heard a soft twitter from the window, and immediately began packing up his things. It was already after dark, and Tad had gone to bed.
Realising he'd get in serious trouble if he were caught, he was as quiet as he could be when he left the room and made his way out to the music room. He switched the light on and made his way over to his nearest guitar, grabbed its case and quickly packed it inside. Then he left the room and made for the front door.
Still being quiet, he unlocked it and carefully slipped through.
"You got it?" came a voice from the shadows a few feet away, making him jump.
"What does it look like?" he scorned in a whisper, before beginning down the path, "let's get out of here before he wakes up."
He heard footsteps following him, before they walked side by side down the street. Taylor occassionally passed glances at their feet, noticing that even though they weren't doing it on purpose they were walking in the same stride.
"Where are we going?" Christian asked.
"The park," Taylor replied, adjusting the strap over his shoulder, "far enough away, but not too far just in case."
Christian nodded.
When they arrived they found a grassy patch under a streetlight and settled down together. Taylor slide the guitar case from his shoulder and opened it.
"Is it yours?" Christian's eyebrows rose.
"Yeah, it is," Taylor replied softly, quickly checking to make sure it was in tune, "are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be," Christian shrugged.
Taylor hesitated, then took a deep breath and handed Christian the guitar.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful," Christian insisted, sitting it in his lap.
He let his fingers play over the strings casually before looking up curiously.
"So what does my left hand do?"
"Your left hand makes the chords. Up here," Taylor demonstrated awkwardly, "see? Strum the strings a bit. That's 'G'."
Christian did so, and smiled when he did.
"Sounds good," he almost chuckled.
"If you remember where your fingers go, you just learnt your first chord," Taylor smiled.