"Here, it's the acoustic version from an EP." Tyson tells me. He hands me his iPod and I hit play.
"True friends lie underneath,
These witty words I don't believe
I can't believe a damn thing they say anymore,"
Already I'm in love. This is beautiful, I love the singer's voice. I find myself smiling and I nod my head along to the rhythm.
"Do you like it?" Tyson asks. He's tuning a spare guitar not even looking at me.
"I'm singing this song." I tell him. He looks up at me with a raised eyebrow.
He smiles though, "They're good huh?"
"I love it. I love it, I love it, I love it." I repeat the sentence over a few times. Another song comes on, 'Roger Rabbit'.
"Is this any good?" I ask. I hold the screen up to Tyson and he reads the song title. He smiles.
"Yeah, keep listening. There's only three songs left." He goes back to his guitar and strums a few chords.
I'm in love with these few songs and I can't wait to learn the lyrics to each one.
"Which one do you wanna sing?" Tyson asks me.
"All of them!" I say laughing. Tyson smiles and shakes his head.
"Only one, sadly." He says. He smiles and I can't help but smile back.
"The last one, ears to see eyes to hear." I say with a sigh. I really wish I could sing each and every one of them. They are so beautiful, I love them all.
"Okay, let me teach you how to play it," Tyson says. For the next hour or so I learn how to play the difficult song. When I listened to the song it seemed so easy to play, in reality I want to give up and just sing it as a karaoke version.
I get the hang of it though, thankfully, and soon I know the song by heart. Tyson said he would sing 'Don't You Ever Forget About Me', it's from the same album and I smile.
"I dedicate these songs to Hunter." Tyson says with a smirk.
I laugh and roll my eyes. They suit our feelings towards him, yes, but he probably wouldn't care.
"Are you ready to write a song?" Tyson asks me. He puts his guitar down and pulls out a few sheets of paper. I think I saw him grab them earlier, he hid them underneath my guitar case. Probably so they couldn't fly away.
I cringe. "No. I've never written a song before."
"Do you write poetry?" He asks. He hands me three blank sheets and a pen.
"So just write poetry but put a guitar to it." He says with a shrug. He smiles at me and starts scribbling words onto the paper.
"What do I write about?" I ask.
He looks back up at me and smiles. "Whatever you want to."
Whatever I want huh? I look around me, I'm literally in a heaven, with a guy I care way too much about, a cute crazy psychopath gave me sleeping pills and told the camp I was drunk, and I fell in love with a new band.
So what do I want to write about?
(Tyson's point of view.)
I sneak a glance at Scarlett and she carefully writes something on the paper. She's so cute I can't even begin to believe it.
I look back at the words I wrote, Your perfection amazes me, I can't believe I met you finally.
I mentally smack myself, these are so pathetic and cheesy. I know Scarlett will like it, but I feel like such an idiot.
"What rhymes with dizzy?" She asks me.
"Fizzy, me, leave, busy." I state. I look back up at her and she's smiling.
"What are you writing about?" She asks me.
"Um," I feel myself blush and she smiles even wider, "something."
"Something?" She asks with a half laugh.
I sigh and show her the paper. Her eyes scan over the lyrics and she smiles as wide as she possibly can.
"Do you like it?" I ask. She's not saying anything, usually she always has something to say (and it bugs me sometimes) but now I just need her to say something.
She giggles and nods, "This is so cute! Who's it about?"
I stare dumbfound into her beautiful eyes. She doesn't know it's about her? "Uh, well, I was writing it for... uh, well I um," to my amazement I let out a nervous laugh, "it-it's for you."
Shock washes over her face and her mouth hangs open in a perfect 'o'. Her eyes go wide and I can't help but blush.
"You're writing a song... for me?" She asks, her voice comes out in a hesitant squeak and I smile even wider.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" I ask.
"I don't know," she hands the paper back to me. She smiles and looks back down to the paper in her hands. She scribbles down some more words and I try to read her handwriting upside-down.
"What are you writing about?" I ask.
"How I felt when Hunter gave me the sleeping pills." She says sheepishly.
I laugh, "Why are you writing about that?"
"I don't know, I felt like I needed to explain myself to everyone at the camp. They think I got drunk and snuck in stuff. I don't want people looking at me differently for the rest of the time I'm up here."
"Most people are going home."
"Still, the ones who stay might spread rumors."
"Touché." I say. I let her write and work on finishing my song. I'm actually really happy with it, usually I don't write a lot of songs and the few that I do suck. This one's different, like Scarlett. I smile and title the song 'Stay With Me'.
Hopefully she likes it.