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No Idea

Those Eyes

Chapter 7: No Idea

Disclaimer: The lyrics used in this do not belong to me but belong to the song on the side.

Josh’s PoV

Write a song in pairs, and perform it together.

I look at the words I had scrawled into my book again, before dejectedly sighing. There’s a major flaw in the whole assignment:

I can’t write. Not well at least, and knowing this, I definitely procrastinated and put it off until now. So here I am, suffering the consequences of my actions, but no, I’m not alone.

“Why did I choose music, out of everything?” the blonde haired girl sitting on the other side of my bed asks me.

“I totally agree Jen,” I say, sighing as I have for the past hour or so, “I must have been high on something.” She sends me a huge grin, and I feel something shoot through my body. It’s been a couple of weeks since I realised that I don’t see Jen as a friend anymore but it seems like my crush is just not disappearing, at all. However, I’ve been able to somehow control my reactions and internalise them instead of acting all weird. Things feel almost normal, even though they are absolutely, completely not.

Chucking my notebook onto the bed, I drop my head into my hands and feel defeated.

“I’m never going to be able to write a freaking song,” I mutter, “we should just give up.”

Unexpectedly, Jennifer slides off the bed, and stands tall in front of me, both hands on her waist.

“We will not give up,” she tells me, a determined tone in her voice, “we will write this song, you hear me? Music has been around for centuries, it is in our blood. We will unleash the music in our soul, and conjure up an amazing song.”

I raise my eyebrows and ask her, “Genuinely, what crap did you spew out just then?”

“Hey,” she exclaims with mock offence, “don’t call my wonderful, genius, inspiring words crap.” She crosses her arms, and pouts. Please don’t do that, it’s killing me.

“I’m sorry,” I apologise, “I shouldn’t have called your words crap, and I regret that stupid mistake. Happy?”

“Yes,” she laughs as she pats my head, then sits down. "Anyways, we need to come up with a plan of how we're gonna tackle this." A period of silence falls upon us as we think.

"Maybe we should Google steps to writing a song," Jen mumbles to herself before grabbing the laptop on my desk and typing in the password to unlock my laptop. I lean into the wall behind me, and say, "Google won't always help, trust me." I think back to me trying to find out what was wrong with me, and Google was shit at helping me find out.

Ignoring what I had just said, she carries on with her search, her fingers rapidly typing the keyboard of my dark blue laptop. I see her eyes move side to side as she skims through the words on the screen. 

Okay watching her that closely is not healthy. 

"Well," Jen says, bringing me back from whatever unhealthy weird world I was in, "according to this, we need to be relaxed, and let ideas just hit us. And a tip is to use real life experiences, and all that kind of thing." I simply nod, and she places the laptop back on my desk.

"Maybe we should try and write a song on our own, or at least come up with ideas. Then we can merge them together?" 

"Sure," I agree, even though I know I’m going to probably do nothing, and Jen would do most of the work, but what else could I say?