Whats the Big Deal? AusXReader

Another Thursday. Another piano lesson for Michael and Erin. Another day of that piano teacher coming here and-
I turned off my iPod as I went down the stairs. Checking my mobile, I saw that there was only one message on there from my friend Alli. It simply read "Now or never, love "  I quickly texted her back Shuddup! -.-"
Sighing, I sat down at my usual spot on the chairs, where no one could see me, but I could clearly see my younger siblings at their piano lessons with their teacher. Roderich, their teacher had already arrived, and Michael and Erin had already started on their scales and exercises.
As I peered through the railings, I thought about what I'd been feeling for the last few weeks.
I mean, really? Roderich? What a lame name! And he always acts so posh too! It's so annoying! And, honestly? What's with the hair? It's so…last century! Yeah! Last century! And he's never even noticed a little thing! I mean, all he notices is his piano and…
Ugh.
There's no point in denying it – I've fallen for this aristocratic oaf! It's pretty unexplainable, and  there's not a hope in hell that he'd even notice me, let alone a rela-
Die Atzen's Disco Pogo suddenly rung out from my right pocket.
Shit. Forgot to put my phone on vibrate
"___________ I never knew you were here! Were you listening to us?" I heard Michael exclaim, as he peered up the stairs.
"I don't think she's here to listen to us, Mike!" laughed Erin. "I think she wants to see-"
"I just slipped while falling down the stairs!" I said hastily. "That's all."
"Are you all right, Miss _______?" I heard a voice say. Startled, I saw Roderich standing behind Michael and Erin.
"M-me? Y-yeah…yeah! I'm perfect! Never been b-better, me!"
Oh, shit. I was blabbing, again. Couldn't the earth just open up and swallow me?
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Another week had passed. Another Thursday had come. And I still didn't feel any better than last week. Infact, I was probably more nervous, considering what happened last week. I mean…how many people FALL DOWN THE STAIRS SILENTLY? Hmm? Yeah…that's how lame my excuse was.
I jumped as I heard a knock on the door. Lost in my thoughts, I opened the door, only to be jolted out of them by Roderich, who was standing in front. His shirt was un-tucked today and he had even rolled up his sleeves slightly. I found myself nodding, dumb-founded, when he asked me whether he could enter or not. Disco Pogo started ringing again, and I saw Roderich raise one eyebrow as he sat on the armchair.
Well , of course Mr. High-and-Mighty wouldn't appreciate this, would he?
I was about to cancel the call when I saw that I was from my mother. I hastily answered it, only to get some terrible news.
Mum, Dad, Mike and Erin were stuck on the motorway, due to an accident near Grandma's house. They wouldn't be back for a while, not anytime soon, at least. They asked me to apologise to Roderich for that, and that they would talk about postponing the lesson until later.
As I put the phone away, Roderich's voice made me jump.
"Was that from Mrs. ____________?"
"Y-yeah…how did you figure?"
"You said 'Mother'"
"Oh" I laughed sheepishly. "Erm…she told me to...tell you that there's been an accident on the way home, and they might be delayed."
Roderich exhaled softly, as he leant back on the armchair. "Did she say when she would be back?"
I found myself saying "No…not really."
Bloody hell…what was I saying? They might not even be back today!
I mentally felt like slapping myself. Why had I lied to Roderich?  But, then, I heard that little voice in my head once again.
Not like Roderich has to know, right?
And, then I remembered Alli's text from last week
Now or never
It really was now or never.
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"So…how long have you been playing the piano?" I asked, in what I hoped wasn't an overly eager tone, as I sat gingerly on the piano bench.
He closed his eyes, in an effort to think. "I can't quite remember exactly…it's been such a long time."
I nodded, as I ran my fingers lightly over the keys. "I've never really been interested, but I'll admit, my opinion is changing." It seemed like the only thing that I could talk to him about was the piano, and if I had to then…I would. Maybe we'd talk about something else soon, too.
"Maybe you ought to learn, then." He said, less audible than normal, as he sat down beside me on the bench. I nodded, trying to breathe as normally as I could.
"Yeah…I wanna know what's so great about this, anyway." As soon as I'd said that, he swiftly got up, I spun around to see where he'd gone off to, just to find him standing directly behind me.
"Well, if we're going to be playing the piano, then your posture must be right" I heard him say. I gasped slightly as I felt his hands on my shoulders.
"You've got to loosen up,  ________. You're far too tense." His voice was barely above a whisper, it seemed…or was it because I could hear my heart thudding so loudly.
I didn't assume I'd gasp so loudly, as I felt his hands slide down my arm, as he positioned my hands on the keys. "And keep your hands right…yes, there. I didn't scare you, did I?" I shook my head, and I swear I heard him lightly chuckle. Or maybe that was my imagination too.
I got the shock of my life, as Roderich brought his face close to mine, his lips close to my ears. He moved his right hand off mine as he whispered something about the back not being slouched. It felt like something was stuck in my throat when I felt his hand pushing the small of my back in, immediately making me not slouch. I turned around quickly, to face him but unexpectedly met with his lips. His right hand snaked across my waist I slowly stood up, kissing him back. All of a sudden, though, he stopped, and stepped back, a shocked expression on his face.
"I-I'm so..so sorry, _____________." He started. "I c-cannot…believe, ja, believe that I acted like that...I let my feelings take over a-and…I'm really, truly, very sorry and…" I wasn't listening to his words any longer – the idea of him stuttering was funny enough, and I giggled, which made him stop apologising so profusely.
I bit my lip, still giggling, as I straightened his glasses for him. "It's nice to see that you actually notice something other than that piano of yours"
I wouldn't have expected, for the life of me, to ever see Roderich Edelstein stuttering. So seeing him blushing came as a bigger surprise for me. I noticed light pink dusting his cheeks, as I placed my hands around his neck.
"M-maybe…maybe I'm not good at showing my feelings" he muttered.
"Well, maybe you should let you feelings take over more often." I laughed back, using the phrase he'd used earlier. Instead of replying, though, he just kissed me once again. I gladly returned the favour.
Breaking apart for air, I asked him the most important question on my mind.
"Roderich…are you going to ask me out on a date?"