Self-Titled

Chapter 7

Tyler's POV

Josh sort of smiled at me. "Thank you. Seriously. That means a lot."

I returned the smile. "Of course. Now let's watch some bad improv." I said, switching on "Who's Line is it Anyway."

After a few hours, Josh was out cold in the beanbag chair next to me. I was getting tired myself, so I turned it off and stood up.

I went over to Josh, and shook him awake. "Hey, man, you fell asleep on a beanbag chair. You going to bed?"

"Mmm...mhmm..." he mumbled sleepily.

I smile. "C'mon, we got a long day of playing ahead of us." I say, then help him up, and he stumbled to bed. The next thing we knew, we were both out.

The next morning we were woken up at 8, and we walked to the mess hall together. I was dressed in a black muscle tank and black skinny jeans, and Josh was in a NASA shirt, baseball cap, and shorts.

We went to grab breakfast, then our daily activities began. We had a choice between going to a song writing class or doing "normal" camp stuff like canoeing. I had no interest in sports, so I chose the class, as did Josh. We went there together, and took a seat somewhere in the middle.

"Hello class. My name is Mr. Stump, I'll be your instructor for today. Now, songwriting is all about turning your thoughts and feelings into music. An outlet for your soul, if you will."

He explained the technical aspect to it all, how to write in key and how to successfully change keys. Then, he let us write alone or with a partner, but advised us that by the end of the class, we would preform our piece for the class.

Immediately Josh turned to me. "Do you want to be my partner?" He asked.

I smiled. "Well actually I tend to fly solo.." I joked. "I'm kidding. I'd love to have a percussion part."

An hour and a half later, we had a verse and a chorus, which was enough that we could preform.

When Mr. Stump finally called us up, we held back laughter and stood up. I reminded Josh to not be nervous, and we walked up together.

Fast food, greasy taco, I love
Food like this could only come from above..

Nacho Bell Grande, Cheesy Gordida, I like your nachos like diarrhea, man I really like Taco Bell
I know I can't watch you make my food, drop it on the floor, I think it's rude. Man I really like Taco Bell

Here's to the Mexican who makes me my food (me gusta)
How is it that I just ate and now I have to poop?

Fast food, greasy taco, I love
Food like this could only come from above..

We took a bow when we finished, and everyone was laughing and applauding. Someone even recorded it.

"That was actually very well written, boys. I'm not gonna lie, I kinda want more!" Mr. Stump revealed, laughing a little at himself.

We both smiled. "It's plausible, I'll think about it." I say.

But honestly, my favorite part was preforming with Josh. I felt something there. It was almost as if...it was meant to be.