When Insanity Strikes

Chapter 13

(A/N: Kayden and I decided to rewrite one of our old books and we connected it to When Insanity Strikes. We are working as hard as we can on it so yeah...)

Kayden's pov.

I sat in a chair in the music studio, playing around with a ukulele, waiting for Vincent. He came running in with a guy with a lightning bolt on the side of his face. I looked up as a C chord rang through the room. I strummed the ukulele a few times before setting it down and standing. "Did you explain?" I pointed to the guy he brought in. "Yep," He said looking at the guy, blushing. "My name Kyrin." He said. His voice was really monotone and boring. I smiled sweetly before I grabbed Vincent's sleeve and pulled him outside. "Okay. Did you see what I saw in the lunchroom?" "Yeah it looked like a younger you I guess?" "After Meraines die once, our negativity manifests into ourselves at a different time in our life. The fact that she's here when training started doesn't exactly calm me." "Do you think I need to go back to check on training?" He sounded worried with a little hint of sadness in his tone. I shook my head. "Everyone there could handle her. But they'd have to work together. She's fueled by my negative thoughts and feelings so she's persistent." I crossed my arms. "I'm sure everyone is strong enough to stop her until I get back." I offer a tiny smile. He smiled back and pulled me back inside. Kyrin was pressing buttons and slowly the studio was turning on. I heard a lovesick sigh from beside me. I turned and saw Vincent giving heart eyes at Kyrin. I chuckle quietly and sit down, picking the ukulele back up. The lights turned on and anything neon was glowing. Kyrin smirked at his success and walked over to us. "Done." "Thank you, Ky." Vincent seems to be trying to flirt. I held back a grin. How cute. Kyrin kissed Vincent's forehead and left. Vincent was smiling so wide I thought he might die. "Who was that exactly?" I ask, laughing a little. Vincent scratched his neck and looked to the side. "He's my crush. We're not dating but he is my best friend. We've been friends since he joined us but I never really ask him out. He treats me like a boyfriend but honestly, I don't know if he really feels that way about me." Vincent said. His tone saddened a bit at the end. "But let's not worry about that. go try out the studio." "Wait. I found this-" I gestured to the ukulele, "-in the corner and I forgot that I left it there. Give me a minute or two to tune it." I strummed it and shook my head. "Ew."

[lots of tuning later]

"Okay!" I grinned, proud that it's tuned. I stood and walked over to the large panel. I pointed to a microphone. "Say something. Or sing. I don't care." He looked at the mic for a moment and then started to sing

"You can have the toaster and the PC
Or even my Timothy Green DVD
I'll let you have the couch and the TV
Hang onto the jacket that you bought for me

I don't really care, you can keep the things we used to share
But what did you do with my heart?
What did you do with my heart?"

I stared down at the panel and flipped a few switches and buttons, memories of what is what flooding my head. it clicked. I grabbed the ukulele and sat for a moment before playing. My heart felt like it could flutter out of my chest.

"No more fireworks, no more compass
You didn't leave a single butterfly in my stomach
You took my spyglass, no knowing what lies ahead
My warmth at night, but left a dent in my bed

I don't really care, you can keep the things we used to share
But what did you do with my heart?
What did you do with my heart?

Strip me of my pride, that's for the best
But you also deprived me of a full night's rest
So no more dreams where we pull through
And I can't collect my thoughts 'cause they're still with you

I don't really care, you can keep the things we used to share
But what did you do with my heart?
What did you do with my heart?

Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo

I wouldn't take it back even though I feel sore
I meant it when I said what's mine is yours
But I need to know, now that we're apart
What did you do..."

"I need to know, now that we're apart
What did you do with my heart?
What did you do with my heart?
What did you do with my heart?
What did you do with my heart?
What did you do with my heart?"

As he finished, I Faded out and stood, putting the ukulele down. We exchanged smiles.

"Working?"