Alex was wide awake that morning after what happened last night he barely gets any sleeps.

To fix his broken heart he express it through writing a song lyric it was like expressing it in a diary but with rhythm and he's so talented in doing it. Sky was his inspiration right now every feeling he had toward her was complicated and he decides to create a song.

Since he can strum the guitar so well he decided then and there to focus exclusively on writing songs and became Kyle's biggest fan, happy to sing from the pit or to pop onstage as a background performer. Writing a song after all, was his first passion till they decide to make a band.

As a lonely he could feel at times, Alex thought everyone else spent way too much time wondering what group they fit into- the drama kids, the band geeks, the jocks, the cheerleaders, the stoners, the math nerds, the punks, the bro hos. Alex was perfectly happy in his own clique: songwriter. Well, that was his life before he met Kyle in music class and they spend time together jamming some songs.

His parents never could explain where this unusual talent came from, but he'd had it since first grade. His mom didn't play an instrument, didn't sing, and generally didn't listen to music. While his dad had self-taught himself piano and drums he'd discovered the technique of guitar by himself by the age of ten as a result, he could play those three instruments. His dad never written a song in his life.

The closest thing to a song, Alex even knew about was when his dad penned a poem to his mom that he had written on a napkin the night of their first date. Karen you're a babe that boogles/ I swear I don't have beer googles. Not exactly a romantic sonnet, but cute enough that some twenty years later Alex's mom still hadn't found the heart to throw it out since his dad died two years ago.

As he sat on the chair if his desk he and done finishing another verse of lyric, he flipped through one of his notebooks well the new one which most of the lyric was describing his feelings.

Angry....

Who claims you can't come in first

Like that

Who claims you can't rhyme a verse

Like that

Is nothing but jealous and lame

Lonely...

Teddy bears hugs

Imaginary bedbugs

Bedtime stories and eyelash kisses

Missing my life before girls and high school disses

And recently he wrote

Sentimental...

I don't know what we're searching for

Seeing you kissing him next door

It shattered me into pieces

I'll try to find a way to fix this broken pieces

And let go

Sky high

Sky

Rose

Skylar Rose Hogan

Mrs Hogan?

god Sky where are you?

I s2g if you're with that punk wannabe Kyle

Are you on a date with him?

I hope he take you to Taco Bell or Sonic

And feed you with lots of food

Then you guys did the frickle-frackle in his car

You got babies

Trust me, you and I would make cuter babies

I'm just saying in case you change your mind

my dimple and you're big brown eyes = perfect human being

Sky I'm so bored talk to me

Is this a payback from last night?

I hope you didn't purposely dress up for Kyle's date

bc I want our first date to blow you away

Shit that sounds weird

ignore the blowing things

Oh my god Abort mission Alex. Mayday, mayday.

this is so fucked up

Look what you made me say

so uncool

so not punk rock

Fine, bye Sky

**

Are you a psychic?

And yes he brought me to Taco Bell

Why did you change my last name?

Oh I see what you did there

He's so sweet I'm done

I feel like I'm too cynical and mean and a sarcastic bitch for him

Dump him and be with me Sky.

So you guys currently dating?

If I tell you are you still gonna text me?

Depends

please don't

I've already knew the answer Sky.

Okay

We did

Bye