When I heard unfamiliar soft melody from the outside I hurried inside our room knowing it's his original.

"Waiit waitt! From the beginning!" I dropped my bag on the floor and hopped on his bed, landing on my knees.

He just glanced at me and kept playing. "Yaaaah~ from the beginning!"

"Fine. What's it called?" Still no answer

"It sounds nice." I nodded to myself

"You should call it we don't talk together since you're not talking to me!" I scowled and he stopped.

"What part of keep quiet when I'm making music don't you understand? This.." he motioned to his keyboard, pen and paper.

"Is making music."

"And what part of letting me hear your originals first didn't you get?" I fired back.

"It's not yet done and now I doubt I'll be able to finish it." He rolled his eyes and I rolled my eyes too then winked.

"That's ne saying I love you too." I grinned

"Yah I did not say I love you."

"What was that? I can't hear the last three words."

"I lov—" he caught himself just in time and I giggled like a maniac. He rolled his eyes again and put his keyboard aside and cleared his things.

"Aren't you going to continue?" He's staring at me again

"I know I'm pretty." This time he just looks up the ceiling like he's praying.

"Move." He actually pushed me off his bed and laid down, covering himself with a blanket.

"You could asked me nicely you know."

"I could but that wouldn't work on you." Point taken

"Why do you always sleep?" I whined. Classes have started and it's already been two weeks since then! It's been two weeks where I annoy him with questions, he'll kick me out of his bed and then just sleeps.

"Why do you always talk?" He grumbled, his still has his back on me.

"Cause it's too silent!"

"Play something then." I huffed and stood up. I pouted and got my keyboard, sitting on my bed and leaned on the wall, facing him. I stared at his back and my eyes softened

"Fine. You asked for it." I played the intro and he turned to face me but I focused my sight on the keyboard. My heartbeat serving as the drum

(One Love - Acel Bisa)

higher than the sky above you
clearer than blue
brighter than the rays of s