CrabApple High

Chapter !&: Four O'Clock Songs

[btw the song thats in here i wrote at like 1 in the morning so it kinda sucks...sorry warning ya ahead of time and sorry for being a day late, I fell asleep all of yesterday]

==>Be The One At Your Car

What.

Just.

Happened?

I climbed into my car and stared out the windshield. Did he really mean that? Did I really just assume that he'd never forgive me for something like that? But you really can't just forgive someone for hitting you like that so easily, can you?

God damn it. I can't think like this I need to go home.

Once I got home I went straight to my room and ignored Bro's questioning. I doubted Karkat. I have to do something. My little ball of rage still loves me and I need to make it up to him.What can I do though? I could get him something. But that's too simple. Take him somewhere? Nah, too soon for something like that.

Wait. He liked it when I sang to him. What if I wrote him a song? I can do that. Like hell I can. Writing a song is hard. I can't do that shit.

But it's for Karkat.

I sighed, I can do this.

Picking up my guitar, I strummed it a few times before I started picking at a few notes.

It was disorganized and had no real beat, but I wasn't thinking right now. I just needed an idea.

Maybe I need some lyrics first. So I stared at some paper for about an hour or so before I realized I can't come up with shit.

"Damn it! This is hard as hell!" I ended up just doodling on the paper of actually writing lyrics. I need something meaningful.

Something that sounds apologetic.I sighed and just went back to my guitar. Lyrics can wait.

Hours past and I only got a few notes down but at least it was so something. It was now about eight at night, and I haven't eaten anything since breakfast. Well, time for a late dinner then.Let's see, what do we have? Is that? Frozen pizza. Hell yeah. I was setting the timer on the oven and was just about to pizza in when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"What in the hell?! Oh hey Bro you scared me a little."

"I see that. Sorry about that Lil' Man. Its nice to see that you've come out of your room for once today." I finished putting the pizza in the oven and shrugged.

"Been busy. Working on a song."

"Is this for school? Or are you doing this for some other reason?"

"Its for Karkat. As an apology. I want it to be something different and memorial, you know?"

"Gotta do everything to the extreme, huh?"

"Hey, extreme is part of Strider nature, right?" Bro only chuckled and shook his head while walking back to his room to do god knows what. I stood there for another ten minutes waiting for my pizza, and when it was finished I got got it out of the oven, nearly burning myself, and ran off into my room with a slice hanging from my mouth.

Now, let's continue making some music. I got this, I just need some inspiration. I strummed the few notes I have repeatedly, humming along with them. 

Apparently that's all the inspiration I needed because the notes just flew out of my fingers. I don't know why but it was like at that moment I knew exactly what string to pluck and which cord to hit. And within a couple of hours, I had a decent amount of music written. Now for lyrics. I could just change up the notes the way I see fit once I have the words down, that's not an issue. I just need to know what to write about.