20/20 - 20 days/20 Resolutions

Quirks

The prompts used for this chapter are: Enjoy the Little Things and Explore a New Hobby. Hope you enjoy lovies.

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Ryan has been pestering me a lot. He means well and all, but I can't tell him that. He has a big enough head as it is. We are meeting up for drinks later at our usual bar. I'm wondering if I should tell him about this new thing I picked up.

I was declared clinically depressed by 3 doctors. So being 'happy' isn't my thing. That's where Ryan comes in, he's always telling me to find something I enjoy doing and do it to the best of my ability. Until recently I always brushed it off. In the last few weeks I found that I enjoy making and mixing music.

"Hey bro! You're here early."

"Oh Hey Ryan. Didn't realize you came in." I said as my friend sat next to me.

"Yeah figured you'd show up long before we agreed." Ryan laughed.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Let's drink."

We were at the bar from 4pm and only left around 12. I never drank too much and always nursed my drinks. Ryan... well was Ryan. I had to almost carry him out. Which meant he spent the night sleeping on my couch.

I hadn't expected him to be awake so early in the morning. So I went to my study where I had set up a makeshift studio. I was in the middle of making a mashup when my headphones were pulled off my head. I spun in my chair only to find Ryan with them on.

"Damn bro. This stuff is brilliant! Did you do this?" Ryan grinned.

"It's not finished idiot." I huffed out.

"Sorry man. But you know what I'm always saying..."

"You got to enjoy the little things." We said together.

I rolled my eyes again and snatched my headphones from him. "Believe it or not. That's what I had planned on doing this year. Which is why I'm spending my new year in my studio."

"Mind letting me listen to some of your stuff?" Ryan asked.

I shrugged. "Sure. You can sit over there. It's set up to play what is completed."

Ryan grinned. "Thanks man. You know, I've recently started writing. Just a little hobby of mine now. I once read that songwriting is a little like poetry. Would you like to try out a beat for me if I wrote a song?"

I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. "I guess not. Let's see what you come up with first."

The thing with clinical depression is that not much excites me. I rarely ever feel really happy. Around other people I fake it. Ryan is the only person who I don't have to be fake around. He knows all about my 'condition' which is why he's always trying to help.

His idea wasn't half bad. Later in the day he came to me with his own lyrics to a love song. I have to admit, creating music with my best friend was the happiest I've ever felt in my life.