Knock Knock...

Chardonnay stood nervously at the door, shivering. She had been caught out in the rain without an umbrella, and her white school shirt was soaked through, showing her red bra underneath. Still, she was too nervous to be self-conscious.

She knocked lightly.

Simon answered, a piece of turquoise hair hanging out from under a black beanie hat he was wearing. His shirt was also wide open.

"Oh, hey!"

Chardonnay blushed, then looked at him for a moment.

"Take off your beanie?" she asked. "Oh - and, please can i come in?"

Simon nodded, standing aside for her with a soft smile. "Why should I take off my beanie?"

Chardonnay stepped inside, shivering with cold.

"Your hair... is it turquoise?" she asked, teeth chattering.

Simon laughed, taking off the beanie. "Yeah...you cold?" he asked, closing the door.

Chardonnay nodded, reaching up a hand and touching his hair lightly. Her fingers felt icy.

Simon grabbed a hoodie from the back of the door, unzipping it and slipping it around her shoulders. "That should warm you up..." he said very gently.

"Thanks," Chardonnay said, smiling shyly and plucking at her seethrough shirt.

"If you want to take that off you can go into the bathroom...I'll lend you a t-shirt?"

"Thanks, but I'm okay here," Chardonnay said with a light blush, shrugging off the hoodie lightly and undoing her shirt.

Simon blushed, turning away to get her a top.

Chardonnay slid out of her shirt.

"Can i put it somewhere to dry?" Chardonnay asked, shaking ehr loosely plaited hair away from her face.

Simon passed her the dry top and nodded. "The bathroom. There's a towel in there...if you want?"

"Thanks," Chardonnay said, grateful. She pulled on the dry top, her hips and breasts undulating as she moved.

Simon coughed nervously, looking away again.

Chardonnay moved into the bathroom shyly, taking the spare towel and wrapping her shirt in it. She then moved back into the bedroom.

"I - I'm sorry about that, Simon," Chardonnay said, rubbing her hands together. "I came to ask you about..." she broke off, blushing.

Simon tilted his head to the side, passing her the hoodie again. "You'll catch a chill. Put that on." He sat on his bed and patted it for her to sit with him.

Chardonnay put it back on, and sat down next to Simon. She instinctively leant into him a little, head on his shoulder, before she could stop herself.

Simon smiled, putting his arm around her waist. "You cold still?" he asked gently.

"A bit," Chardonnay admitted. "I wanted - I wnated to ask about reading music..."

"Sure, what about it?" he asked, pulling her closer, rubbing her arm to warm her up.

"Well... when can you teach me?" Chardonnay asked in a rush, as she always did when she was nervous.

Simon grinned. "Whenever's good for you!"

"Now is pretty good," Chardonnay said, blushing nearly the same colour as her hair.