No Jimmy Protested -- The Sequel -- Jimmy's still protesting

finding Mayson

I decided to stay after school that day to help a group of aspiring writers or novelist should I say. I kept my eyes fixed on this one boy. His name is Mayson Tyler. Every five minuets he would either bite his pencil, pull his hair, or crumple the sheet he was writing. He sat way in the back not to be noticed.

By four thirty everyone was gone but Mayson, so I walked over to his desk.

--Mayson what's wrong--

"Ms Tomlinson erm Dakota. I have been writing since I'm in the seventh grade now, and every idea I've had I have yet to finish. I feel like I've failed. All my ideas are here they just won't come out until its to late or I've given up."

--I have that problem, the no commitment, the fear of failure, oh yes I have it, I'm a "professional" writer I guess you can say--

"Yeah we all know you write songs with Ed Sheran for One Direction and Second Direction I don't live under a rock we know who your cousin is." he replied.

-- right Mayson, I know criticism. I know rejection I know it all. What I'm trying to say (well more like write) is keep your mind full of the idea you have right now that way your mind is always coming up with ideas--

My phone began to vibrate indicating a text.

from boobear

kobear why aren't you home yet I need to talk to you !!

to boobear

I am helping a student I'll be home in like an hour or so

from boobear

how can you be a creative writing tutor?

to boobear

good bye babe see you in an hour

--let me read some of your work maybe I can help--

He handed me three unfinished ones. I began to read the first one, a love story.

"No don't read that one!" he hissed trying to snap away the book but I ran to the coat closet. It was about and girl and her best friend (who is a boy) who spent their entire life together. During their senior year of high school the guy gets diagnosed with brain cancer. He doesn't know how long he has and that's where Mayson stopped.

--okay Mr Nicholas Sparks lets finish this one--

We worked until four thirty because I had to leave and he had marching band practice.

"I hope you have fun teaching kids older than you." he smirked

--yeah yeah go home--

I walked into the hotel. I took the elevator to the floor and instead of going to the living room where I saw everybody having fun and laughing I retreated to my studio.

In the studio I have a huge desk along one wall and ballet bar across the back with my first acoustic guitar in the corner.

I went to the stereo and pressed play. A song I've never heard came on. It's a duet; well more like a boy mainly singing and a girl in the background. These lyrics sound familiar. I listen more and then it hits me. This is my first song I've ever written. I gasped.

"Do you like it?" I heard voices ask. I turned around and saw Harry and Leo standing in the doorway. I nodded.

--how? why? who even found this I thought I threw it--

"Niall found it, we wanted to play it for you when he gave you the ring, but I didn't let. It's about your dad isn't it?" asked Louis.

I nodded.

My mom and dad divorced when I was seven. He was an alcoholic after. Enough said. My full name use to be Dakota Lauren Forb, but after the divorce my mon changed our last names to her maiden name Tomlinson.

--I wrote it as a freshman in high school right after the summer we spent together before Louis did xFactor.--

"I remember that year, your mom had became worried because you had slipped into like a depression." Louis stated walking into the room. He and I sat on the floor.

I nodded and sighed.

--I give up I really do. Plus I think my boyfriends more a best friend with my best friend than I am--

"Kota are you about to cry?" asked Leo. I nodded. They ran and engulfed me in a hug.

"Let's go get some frozen yogurt." Louis offered. I nodded. We all linked arms and skipped off.

Leo POV (because she's a boss and deserves some thoughts)

Mhm I feel like being amazing, how you may ask. Well I'm nice then the rest of these people who would lock them in a closet, no I have an idea that they won't see coming and trust me it will go my way