I look over, excited, and pick up the phone. Facebook is already open and I read the message.

Tyler // No it was really nothing

I sigh and reply.

- Tyler's Point Of View -

I sit up and look out my window. It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining and it wasn't that cold outside either.

"Dinner's done!" I hear my mom yell.
"Okay!" I yell back and walk down stairs. I sit down at the table. My mom hands me a plate with a little bit of spaghetti. She know I don't usually eat a lot and knows she can't do anything about it.

She sits down across from me "So?" I look up at her. "It was good." I say looking back down and taking a bite.

"Who was that friend you were talking about?" She asks.

"Oh, his name is Josh. He's pretty nice," I say, "we're stuck doing a project together."

"Stuck?" She looks at me confused.

"Well, we didn't get to pick our partners. The teacher just made me sit by him. We don't even know each other." I take another bite.

"I thought you said he was your friend."

"So I think. I don't know he likes me."

"What class are you doing a project in?"

"Music. We have to write a song together."

"Well, at least you write songs and know how to play."

"Yeah , I guess" I say pushing the plate away and walking to my room. I check my phone and read a message from Josh.

Josh // Hey, wanna come over tomorrow?
Josh // To work on that project?
Tyler // Sure

I reply and lay down.

. . . (Sorry for the long time skip)

It was the end of school and I'm waiting outside, looking around for Josh. Piles of people come bursting out of school , usually a big friend group telling jokes and laughing. Sometimes, people would walk out alone, looking down at their phone, or listening to music.

I see the boy with pink hair walk out and look around, he looks over at me and walks over.

He scratches the back of his neck "So, uh. W-what do you play?"

"I play the piano. You?" I say, weirdly calm. I mean, I don't want to do this. At all.

"That's good." He looked out onto the road, "So, how are we going to do this?"

He looks back at me, "I mean. I can't just pack up the drums and bring them over. Is there any way you can bring over a keyboard or something?"

"Yeah, I have keyboard, but it doesn't really play good." I say.

He sighs, "I think we might have to practice at the school." I just look at him, not knowing what to say. "You, uh. Wanna go in?" He asks. I shake my head and we walk in. He shows me the music room and not many people are here. Most of the instruments are on wheels and I see Josh pulling a drum set over to piano. He was just by me!

I walk over and Josh pulls a stool over to the piano. He smiles and pats the seat "Show me what you got." He say all excited. I looked over the piano ,sit on the stool ,and scoot in. I place my hands on the piano and start to play a song I made, 'Prove Me Wrong'. I finish the song and look down. I hear Josh clap "That was sick!". I look up at him and smile back, "T-thanks. Now, show me what you got!" 

His face turns opposite of what it was before, "Uh, I-i'm not that good." 

"Oh c'mon. Can't be that bad." I say, trying to cheer him up. He quietly walks over and sits down. 

"Alright, here I go." He says and starts to play. He doesn't hit the drums very hard, but I could here him play every clearly.  

He stops after a while and looks up and me, nervous. 

 "Not that good?!" I say, "That was amazing!" His expression turned happy. 

"Are we gonna write a song?" He asks. I nod, taking out a notebook. He brings his stool over to mine and we start writing. 

A/N
  Okay guys, I know these chapters are getting worse ,but bare with me! Going threw some rough times right now! Anyway, you should just be happy I'm updating and you have something to read. For the 1 reader I have...