Mitch doesn't take off his headphones. The little earbuds always understand him. Well, the lyrics playing through them. He sits back, struggling through senior year, alone as he likes it. But someone doesn't want him to be alone. Someone is tired of watching Mitch get beat up by life. That someone will find a way to talk to Mitch without lyrics and a beat behind him. He writes his own song, and it's the only one Mitch wants to listen too.

The arsonist is a humble man, and he never really needed any help with doing what he does. Never really understood the point of making friends if they were all going to die anyways. But sometimes, some people are too good to not befriend. (That was a bad summary but. It's a work in progress anyways. This is basically a practice fic where I can mess around with my headcanon roles and have a little fun, so it's probably gonna be dumb and all over the place. But, oh well. First major fanfiction, enjoy.) (This fic will most likely never be finished. It may be rewritten someday, as the characters in it are now in my OC canon. If I ever rewrite it, I'll be sure to publish it here.)