The words flowed like a raging river from Wade's pen. He was usually the last to leave the poetry club room, even that afternoon. He was totally absorbed and couldn't stop his hand. Inspiration had complete control on him. He had written and erased pages and pages of his notebook, and could have continued writing for much longer, if someone hadn't interrupted him by knocking on his desk. Wade jumped in shock. He was so immersed and focused in writing he didn't realize anyone had entered. He looked up and met Kyle's brown eyes. He was very close. As soon as Wade noticed him peeking at what he was writing, he immediately closed the notebook. «What are you doing here?» he asked as he retrieved all his things and quickly put them back in his backpack.

«We're all going home. Only you were missing, so they sent me to call you.» replied Kyle. «I knocked but you kept ignoring me. What were you writing that was so important?»

«Nothing.» Wade said. He put his backpack on his shoulder. «I’m ready, we can go.», he headed for the exit and Kyle had to quicken his pace to reach him.

As they walked down the halls, Kyle didn't seem to want to let go. «Are you so ashamed of what you write? Why don't you want anyone to read?»

Wade sighed. «There's no need for anyone to read. It's not for others that I write, I do it for myself.»

«If you have a talent, you shouldn't waste it and hide in the shadows.»

«You don't know if I'm talented. Maybe I'm not as good as you think.»

«Or maybe yes.» Kyle retorted. «Who knows, maybe you could even help me out with my songs. I would be happy if we could collaborate.»

A sense of joy pervaded Wade upon hearing those words. He felt flattered by that proposal. He didn't stop walking but inevitably turned to Kyle. He was also looking in his direction and smiling at him. Wade reciprocated, before continuing to walk.