"Shawn!" Many people would scream. Before it wasn't like that. Before, it was only me. (Please don't think this is dirty because it's not)
"Sometimes it all gets a little too much, but you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up, and you don't have to be afraid, because we're all the same, and we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much." I heard his angelic voice sing.
I stood by the doorway, watching. I watched as he stopped, picked up the pencil, and wrote on the paper.
"You writing a new one?" I asked suddenly, making him jump a little.
"Yes. And please knock next time." He said turning around, with his hand on his chest.
I walked over to his bed, then sitting down on it.
"What's it called?" I peeped at the paper.
"A Little Too Much. You like?" He asked, placing the guitar down.
"Yeah, it's not bad. Did you just start now?" I asked.
"Well, not really. I've had the some of the lyrics written down before but I just couldn't think of anything." He said.
"Could you help me with this part? I don't know what to put after." He asked, gliding his hand through his hair.
I sat beside him and took a look at the paper.
"She would always tell herself she could do this, she would use no help it would be just fine." I read, picking up the pencil and tapping it on the table. It helps me think sometimes.
"Oh! Why not, 'but when it got hard she would lose her focus, so take my hand and we'll be alright, and she knew that she would be okay, so she didn't let in get in her way,'" I suggested. He looked at me in awe.
"I didn't know that you could write a song." He said. "I can't. It just came to my head." I shrugged. "Not bad. Not bad." He said, nodding his head.
- Later -
By the time we finished the song and the tune, it was 1:30 am.
"Hey. I'll see you tomorrow. You get some rest." I said, getting up from the bed.
"See you tomorrow, Em." He said, walking over and giving me a hug. "Be careful and text me when you're home safe." He said then letting go.
"I will." I said, grabbing my skateboard and walking down the stairs.
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Mattea here, with a story!
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Fanfiction"Do you like roses?" "I hate them." she said, picking one up and plucking the petals, letting them fall to the ground. ❀ Even from a thousand miles away, he would still send me the flowers I hate the most. ❀ © benitomexdes 2017 ctto of the photo
