He was always my inspiration when it came to things like that.

He saw the boy from across the street, but there was more than just distance between them.

They used to be more than that. Long nights of coming up with meaningless song lyrics and air filled with the faded smell of pot. Sitting by the piano, a horrible writers block etching at their minds. They used to laugh at nothing, at each other, at love, but mostly, they didn't even bother to care.