I followed Alex into his house, and shut the door behind us. It was pretty nice family organized house. It was big, but not to big, small, but not too small. It looks to be the perfect size for a family, the inside of it looked just as perfect. All family like with pictures hanging on the walls, and I could see a few boxes in the corners that haven’t been unpacked yet. I kinda wish my house was something like this. I had a pretty big house, and my parents were not around very often since they both have so many business trips, but I still loved them and they called me, video chated me, and texted me whenever they got the chance. “Do ya want anything to drink? Eat maybe?” The teal haired boy asked me as we entered the kitchen.

“No thanks. But thank you for the offer.” I smiled to him as he went over and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge, and grabbed a cupcake out of a covered up tin on the stove.

“Alright, now that I have something to keep me from not being too hungry while we work, let’s head up to my room.” I nodded my head in agreement and followed the boy up the stairs and down a short hallway till we reached a room where he opened the door to. We walked in and the first thing I noticed was his guitar in the corner of his room. It was beautiful.

“Oh my gosh. Is that a Gibson J-15 acoustic-electric guitar?” I asked with a shocked look on my face. I have been wanted one for years but haven’t earned the money to buy one yet. Plus, they were pretty hard to come by where we live.

“It sure is. It’s like my first child. My father got it for me about four years ago, still in perfect condition. You can use it if you want.”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to break it or something. It’s just so beautiful.” I chuckled.

“You won’t break it! Go ahead and get it. It’s already pulled into the amp next to it. Plus I want to hear you play.” I let out a small sigh and walked over to the corner of the room, picking the beautiful piece of artwork off of it’s stand and putting the strap over my shoulder. “Here’s the pick.” He spoke as he grabbed it off his bed side table and brought it over to me. I thanked him and thought of a song I could play, which only took me about a minute, before I started playing the acoustic cords to Basket Case by Green Day. “Good song choice. Green Day’s awesome.” The boy said as he laid on his bed and watched me pluck the chords.

It didn’t take more than three minutes for me to finish the song, and when I did I gently put the guitar back on it’s stand, making sure not to scratch it or anything while I set it down. “Whilst you were doing that, I think I came up with the perfect tune for the song we have to work on. We can thank the cupcake for giving me inspiration.” I chuckled and smiled as I sat on the ground next to his bed, grabbing my guitar from it’s case and putting it on my lap. Getting my own pick out and putting Alex’s back on the table where it was. “Yamaha F335?” Alex’s voice asked.

“Yep. Had this thing for about eight years. Not a single scratch on it.” I spoke, feeling some pride in myself for making sure it stayed perfect after all these years.

“Nice. I used to have one just like it back in Essex. But, I left it for my friend Oli.”

“That’s awesome and very kind of you.” I said to the boy. He smiled down at me, before getting off his bed and sitting next to me.

“Wanna tell me a few other bands you listen to? I know you like Green Day, which is awesome. But maybe if we can find some common ground with music, then we can try and incorporate both of the styles into one song.”

“Well, I like Blink 182 and Foo Fighters. As well as many other bands, but those three have to be my top three.”

“That’s all I needed to hear. I love them as well, and I feel like we could do a perfect mix of all three of them and put them into one pretty awesome song. Have you ever written lyrics before?”

“I did one time. But they sucked so I ditched the song, and ever since then Mr. Biersack has me work with other people, seeing as I can’t sing or write for shit.” I laughed at my own choice of words. “You said you could sing, right? Wanna sing a little something-something for me? Since I will have to hear your voice anyways for this project.”

“If you play a little tune I should be able to sing something.” I nodded my head at his words before plucking the correct cords for the song Time Of Your Life by Green Day, mainly because I feel like today is just a Green Day kinda Day. I waited a total of ten seconds before hearing Alex start singing the lyrics quietly, his voice getting a bit louder as a minute passes by.

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test and don't ask why
It's not a question but a lesson learned in time

I listened quietly as I continued strumming the strings on my guitar. His voice was kinda like hearing an angel for the first time in my whole life.

It's something unpredictable but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while

I stopped playing the chords after he finished up the next lines, hearing enough already to know that he had one of the best voices I have heard in my life. There was no way in hell anyone could disagree with me. “That was amazing, Alex!” I praised him. I could see the faintness of a blush on his face as he looked down at the ground.

“Thank you. You’re really good at playing the guitar.” I admit I would be lying if I didn’t feel a small hint of butterflies when he said those words. It’s not that I ‘like liked’ him, it’s just nice to hear compliments from people who are not trying to get in my pants every single second of the day, like it is at school. Even most of the girls at our school know about me being gay, and they still try to have their way with me, even if I turn them down it doesn’t stop them from trying their best. Even when their best was a total turnoff for me. “So, uh, I have pre-written songs that I wrote back in England, we could use one of those, or we could write a whole new one. What do you think?”

“Maybe we can start with a whole new one? And if we don’t get it done in time, we can use one of the ones you already have done?” He nodded his head in agreement and got up off the ground, walked over to his dresser and pulled out a notebook that had the word ‘lyrics’ on the cover of it, then walked back over to me after grabbing a pen to write with.

“What type of song are you thinking?”

“I kinda wanna write something that has to do with Baltimore. Like, you just got here, and it would be cool to come up with some lyrics to show everyone how awesome it is here. Maybe even get you used to it a little better.”

“Awesome. Sounds good to me. Let’s get writing.”

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We wrote for what seemed like years, but in all reality, it was only a few hours and we already had the song and chords written up. And I have to say, his writing skills were over the top amazing, just like his voice was. “What do you think we should call it?” He asked me.

“How about just something simple? Maybe like For Baltimore? Or something like that.” I answered.

“I like that For Baltimore idea. I think it works perfectly with the lyrics, mostly because that is part of the lyrics.” He giggled, causing me to chuckle as well. I turned my head and looked out his window and saw that is was getting dark out.

“I should head home for the night. I’ll see ya tomorrow morning, do you need a ride? Or are you getting a ride with your Mom and Dad?” Who speaking of, I met when they got home from work. They were pretty nice people, and I could see that they cared a great amount for Alex.

“I’m just going to ride with them, but I’ll see ya when we get there. I’ll walk you to the door, come on.” We both got off of his floor, me packing up my guitar and grabbing my backpack off his bed and walking out of his bedroom, down the short hallway, down the stairs and over to the front door.

“Have a safe drive home Jack! You are more than welcome over anytime you would like!” Alex’s mom said as the front door was in the living room, where his parents were watching tv at.

“Thanks Mrs. Gaskarth. It was lovely to meet the both of you.” I said to both of his parents before giving them a smile. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Alex. Don’t stay up too late, fresh start tomorrow.” I chuckled a bit before opening the front door, my backpack over my shoulder and my guitar case in my hand.

“See ya then! Be careful driving back.” Alex spoke with a smile of his own as I exited his house and made my way over to my car opening the backseat and placing both my guitar and backpack in before opening the driver’s door and getting in, starting up and driving off and back to my house, which has been empty since I left for school this morning.

Notes

Bit of a longer chapter :)
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Lyric Credit: Time Of Your Life - Green Day

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