It was a bad day for Wade. He had tried for a long time, but inspiration didn't want to knock on the door of his mind. So, he decided to give up and go home.

As he walked down the corridor, he thought he saw Kyle in the music club room. He went back to make sure his eyes weren't hallucinating. He peeked through the open door and Kyle was actually there. His arms crossed on the desk and him asleep lying on top of them. Wade remembered, inevitably, the day of their first meeting. This time, however, the sight had a completely different effect on him.

Wade advanced on Kyle. He was about to wake him up but then saw the crumpled papers next to him. He glimpsed some scribbled sentences and curiosity took over. He reached out to grab one but Kyle suddenly grabbed his wrist and stopped him. Wade jumped in surprise.

Kyle was still lying down. «Don’t read.» he said before lifting his face. «It's not worth it.»

Wade's heart skipped a beat when Kyle reopened his beautiful brown eyes and their gazes met.

Kyle released his wrist and started picking up all the paper to throw them away. Wade stepped in front of him, blocking his passage. «Wait.» he told him. «Keep them. Maybe tomorrow with a fresh mind, reading them again, something good will come out of them.»

Kyle shook his head. «Believe me, these are terrible sentences that no one would listen to.»

Wade rested his hand on Kyle's. « Don't be in a hurry.» he insisted. «Read them again tomorrow and then, if you still don't like them, you can throw them away.»

Kyle gave up. «Alright. I'll give it another try.» he said, turning to the table. He used the straight surface of the wood, and his hand, to try to stretch the sheets as much as possible.

«If you need help, you can count on me.» Wade stated.

«Maybe another time.», Kyle looked nervous, pretty embarrassed. «With another song.» he whispered.

Wade heard hin and started to wonder if maybe Kyle was writing some songs for him. He wasn't just wondering, he was truly hoping for it. Wade longed to be the center of his thoughts, just like Kyle was for him. He had been the source of inspiration for several of Wade's poems, many of them imagined during class, spent peeking in Kyle's direction.

Wade tried to read those pieces of paper. Among the numerous erasures, he managed to catch only a few words that meant everything and nothing.

«Are you planning to stay here until tomorrow?!», Gavin popped his head into the classroom. «It’s late.»

Kyle hurriedly put everything in his backpack. «I’m ready.» he said.