The Boy Who Called Me Songbird

Chapter 6~ Morons and Victory

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Ferrior's POV 

When I heard someone coming into the music studio, I pretty much grabbed my notebook and booked it out the back door before anyone could see me. 

This song could not be allowed to be heard by anyone until it was ready. I know that I was probably sounding just a bit paranoid but it was going to be the way that I won Willy's heart and make my mark as a musician. It was my top secret mission.

It was raining outside when I went to my cabin. I walked through the door and my blood pressure suddenly skyrocketed and my fists clenched into fists. Chris lounging on my bed texting, his muddy sneakers muddying up my sheets. 

I kept my things clean. I didn't care how he left his half, all that I asked was that he didn't mess with any of my stuff- and that included my bed! I know that I sounded a little like a clean freak, but you didn't know Chris. I don't always keep everything on my side of the room clean, but to put things nicely, he was a complete and utter slob. His bed was never made, his clothes were draped all over the place, he used the bed above his to hold all of his junk, and he left half-eaten pizza slices in the one that he slept in! Still think that I sound like a clean freak? This kid was just plain gross.

"Chris! What the Hell are you doing on my bed?!" I yelled at him, "Your sneakers are leaving crap all over it!"

"Okay okay don't be such a drama queen!" he rolled his eyes at me and slouched out of my bed, pulling his shirt off and tossing it behind him onto Styx's cage, making him chitter loudly in objection.

"Dude! I told you to keep your stuff on your side of the room!" I snatched up the shirt and threw it at his head, "I don't care how you keep your side but I don't want your crap invading my space!"

Chris just rolled his eyes at me again, "You sound like my mother." 

"Well maybe you should listen to her!" I shot back, "For the love of God! Out of everyone at this camp how and why did I get stuck with you?!"

"How 'bout I just keep my stuff on my side and you just keep to your side," he suggested.

He was acting like he wanted to make a compromise, but I knew that he just wanted to shut me up. We'd had this argument too many times to count and it always ended the same, he promised to keep his stuff on his side, and I would tell him that he wouldn't and he just shrugged his shoulders. I didn't know why I even tried.

Because he knows how to push your buttons, I thought to myself.

Still annoyed I brushed off all of the dirt that I could off of my bed and sat down. He annoyed me to no end with his nonchalant attitude, acting like he owned the place and that he didn't have a care in the world.

What a moron, I grumbled to myself.

I went to dinner and sat alone at my usual table and nibbled on my hot dog as I read over the lyrics in my head. I didn't want it to sound too obvious that I was telling her my feelings or, more importantly, who it was about. Those types of songs just ended up sounding corny or desparate and they were a dime a dozen. I wanted it to be something more, with a deeper meaning other than love, but compassion and understanding and healing. It was going to be something great. It had to be something great.