*Don't play music yet*
Declan POV:
I rolled my eyes as the idiot known as Jordan crumpled up on the ground, crying about betrayal and being stabbed in the back.
"Oh, calm down, Jordan. All I did was take one cookie off your plate," Bennett said.
"You stole from me! How could you?" Jordan wailed. Bennett gave him no reply, instead taking a seat on the couch on the other side of Naomi, who was already curled up against my side reading a book. "I'm going to die of a broken heart," Jordan whimpered.
"Good," I say. "Maybe when you're dead you'll finally shut up.
"Does nobody care about me?" Jordan wailed.
"Nope," I answered.
"Naomi, you care about me, right?" Jordan asked, looking at Naomi. She snapped her head up at the sound of her name.
"What?" she asked, looking slightly frazzled from coming out of her reading-induced trance. I smile at how adorable she looks as she adjusts her glasses.
"You care about me, right?" Jordan asks. She glances at me as I shake my head at her, mouthing the word no to her.
"Yeah," Naomi replies. She's being more quiet than usual, but she's probably just tired.
"Lies," I butt in, causing Naomi to roll her eyes.
"I'm not lying," she said, going back to her book. Did she think I wasn't joking? She usually joked right along with me. Jordan gave me a victorious smirk.
"Whatever," I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket. We are all silent for a few moments before Bennett, surprisingly, breaks the silence.
"Declan, I heard you have a performance tomorrow," he said. I was surprised that he would bring it up or even that he knew about it.
"Um... yeah. How did you know?" I asked.
"Your mom mentioned it last night when I came by your house to drop off your jacket since you left it in my car," he replied.
"Wait, you're performing?" Naomi asked, now looking up from her book again. I felt my face heat up as now everybody was looking at me.
"Um... yeah," I said.
"What are you going to play?" she asked, now closing her book after marking the page.
"Something I wrote," I replied.
"Oooh, an original song. Fancy," Jordan said. I rolled my eyes at him.
"What's it about?" Naomi asked.
"Sorry," I say. "Classified information." Naomi pouts at this, and I can't help but laugh and ruffle her hair.
"Why don't you ever write songs about me?" she asks with another adorable pout.
"Because I'm not good at writing about things that make me happy," I say before I can stop myself. Her eyes widen in surprise, as do mine.
"I... I mean..." I stutter. "I didn't mean it like that," I assured. Okay, so maybe I did. I'm absolutely head over heels for her, which is weird because everybody knows that I don't do relationships. But I can't let her know that. I'm not supposed to like her in that way, and besides, I know that she doesn't return my feelings.
"Oh... yeah," she said. We both sat in awkward silence before Jordan broke it.
"Why don't you ever write about me?" he whined.
