Guitar and Lily's Mother ;)

Lily's house was in the nicer part of town; the part near the golf club halfway out towards the more rural areas between town and the coast. About a fifth of the kids at school were out this way and the boys who went to primary school with Lily were pretty arrogant and entitled. The girls were just well-mannered and friendly. Lily was these things plus beautiful.

This was what you were pondering as you walked up the road towards her house that Thursday early evening.

The house itself was a four-bed detached but not stunningly impressive for its surroundings. Lily had an older brother who was in his final year at school and you realised you knew his name but hadn't put them together as siblings. After all, you hadn't known Lily long at all anyway but he was tall and gawky-looking. He was called Tom.

Lily answered because you text just as you approached so she kept an eye out for you. She answered the door in jogging bottoms and a sweater that actually exposed her midriff a little. She hadn't the flat wasboard abs of some of the girls you'd surrounded yourself with of late but her skin was smooth and bore the attractive bonus of an unfaded tan from the hot summer the country had endured.

More importantly, she greeted you with a smile and her gorgeous hair was loose and seemed to move in different directions with an atmosphere of its own. That sounds weird rather than attractive but only because I've explained it badly. Just imagine it less weird and more alluring. Thanks.

Her mother said hello and (wouldn't you know it?) turned out that she knew your Mum through some book club or diet club or some shit. Lily's mother was not a remotely attractive woman. See what happens when you write a more realistic narrative?

If Marjorie Glover objected to Lily having a boy in her room she didn't show it and within minutes you'd both played through "Every You: Every Me" together.

"You've been practising! That was miles better already." You smiled, genuinely touched that she'd tried- albeit you supposed that meant she really did want you here for musical reasons rather than as a pretence for easing her slick pink love-tunnel over your twitching, rock-hard prick. But some things were worth waiting for.

You played some new songs too: Otherside by Chilli Peppers, a couple from guitar club that would help her next week and even Tears for Fears' Everybody Wants to Rule the World- which she said her Dad liked. You were surprised there was anyone that didn't like that one but whatever.

You ate with the family and Tom asked all about Belgium, having been on the trip the year before. Lily protested that he hadn't asked her about it at all but Tom said she would tell it in a boring way because she was so boring and it descended into a typical sibling insult-trade, though neither of them were being particularly serious.

At long length, it was time to go. You didn't kiss or even hold hands. Other than showing her some finger positions on her fretboard you didn't even touch. It was never like that with Lily, not at first. But it was an evening you enjoyed in each other's company and one you'll never forget. It was the day you became friends. And everything, my patient reader, has to start somewhere...