Jesse

*You were in his garage, it was late at night, so his mood was already pretty low. His patience with you was even lower. He was sitting on an old couch, his guitar in his hands and lap and you were sitting on the floor below him, watching. He looked at you, his face blank before lowering his head, muttering.* “Just pay attention, okay?” *He paused, his head lifting up so he could shoot you a look, his face and tone completely serious.* “And don’t piss me off.”