Hands

By angellwings

Ryan smiled softly as he sat down on the piano bench next to Kelsi. He watched her hands as they glided swiftly over the keys. She was working on a song for the talent show. Ryan had convinced the Wildcats to come back to Lava Springs for their last summer all together (he had made Sharpay promise to behave herself). He glanced back at her when the music stopped and her right hand grabbed her pen and began scribbling something on the sheet music in front of her. He'd never really thought to look at her hands before. The first time he'd really stopped to look at them had been while he was slipping the corsage on her wrist just before they left for prom. But he'd noticed something then that had intrigued him ever since.

Her hands were petite in every aspect but one. Her fingers were long. They were long, elegant, and graceful. He'd also noticed that she kept her nails short and well groomed. He'd over heard her telling one of the flutists in the student orchestra that long nails got in the way while she played. He found that he really didn't want Kelsi to have long nails. He liked her short nails, and, to be honest, her hands were beautiful enough without them. While she wrote he reached over and grabbed her free hand, and laced his fingers through hers. After a few seconds of sitting like that Kelsi put her pen down and turned to face him.

She grinned at him, "Something you need?"

He shook his head and continued to smile, "Not really."

She chuckled, "Well I will need my hand back at some point."

"Have you ever stopped to look at your hands?" He asked her.

She gave him a confused look, "Not really."

"Have you ever really looked at anybody's hands?"

She blushed lightly and looked over at him, "I've studied yours a few times, why?"

"Just curious," He said.

Kelsi nodded and assumed the topic had closed, but as she reached for her pen to resume writing he continued.

"What's the verdict?"

"On your hands?" She asked.

"Yeah, my hands. Are they too rough, too clammy, too girly?"

"Girly? You're hands are not girly."

"Tell that Johnny Stevens from my fourth grade class," He muttered.

She chuckled and held up her right hand, "This is a girly a hand. Your hand is NOT girly. And as for rough? So you've got a few calluses on your fingers…I like them."

"You do?" He asked in surprise.

"Ryan, you got them learning to play guitar. How could I NOT like them? Do you even know me? I'm ALL about music," She said as she bumped his shoulder with hers. "And besides…they fit."

She held up their interlocked hands as proof and smiled sweetly up at him.

He smiled brightly in return and glanced at her hand in his, "Yeah, they do."