“Someone’s a bit eager I see,” I heard the familiar tone of Jack’s voice behind me as he approached the car. I rolled my eyes and climbed into his car as soon as he unlocked the doors. That was one of the only things about sharing a car, especially when you weren’t the driver was that you have to put up with them because you need them to drive you to wherever you’re going. The ride to Jack's was mostly silent as he didn't live that far away from the school, but it was comfortable silence. After he pulled up, I jumped out of the car and ran to his basement, knowing that it was the only way I would get first dibs on which guitar I wanted to play. Whilst I kept my acoustic here I preferred to play electric when we practiced.
"Dick," Jack muttered as he sauntered into the room, throwing me a can of soda. I stopped playing the chord to catch it and just smirked at him, knowing that I had chosen his favorite to play with.
"You love me really. Besides anything you do to me you do to your guitar so I would think twice before you even attempt anything,"
"I hate it when you do this to me," he muttered under his breath before picking up his other electric and randomly strumming a few chords.
"That's why I pick your favorite, so you won't bully me for one night," I joked. "What time are Zack and Ri getting here anyway?"
"Well Zack is at the gym till 6 and I assume Rian will come round with him, but he could be here at any time." Jack answered before aimlessly strumming chords again. I ran my fingers over the strings a few more times then I got up and retrieved my bag from the doorway before collapsing back on the couch. I loved Jack's basement and if I could then I would spend most of my time here. Both Rian and I kept our instruments here: him for obvious reasons with transport and his parents not liking the noise and me because I was always here and Jack helped me write the music for the lyrics I was always scribbling down in the corners of any and every sheet of paper. I pulled out my lyrics book and wrote down the last couple of lines to finish my latest song that I had come up with earlier.
"Hey Jay, since we have time to spare help me put music to my new song?"
"Sure, let's hear what you've got," he came over and sat on the couch next to me and tried to glance at the pages, but that was something even Jack didn't get the luxury to see. While I shared the words with him to get the music, no one saw the raw lyrics. I ran the lyrics through in my head first before I read them aloud to my best friend. Jack then took his guitar from my lap and started to strum different chords until I was happy with how it sounded. Over time we had perfected a method to writing where we didn’t constantly argue and effectively wrote in silence with my occasional approval at the chords. Sure enough an hour and a half later we had the song sounding pretty good and hopefully we would get to practice it later.
