Mitchie POV-

I tucked my feet under me on my bed as I strummed the strings of my guitar, not playing anything in particular. My best friend, Alex, explored my room, the room she has seen many times before, nodding her head along to the rhythm of my guitar. We had just gotten back from school; it was our first day of junior year. We only have three, out of our six classes, together. Well, and lunch, but I would much rather see her every class period. It's just that she's my best friend, one of my only friends. I mean, I do have others, but only two, and they aren't as close to me as Alex is. Alex, on the other hand, has many friends and really doesn't need me. I'll never really understand why she sticks around, but I'm not complaining.

Alex spoke to me, facing my closet, "Play a song."

I glanced up from my guitar, "What song?"

She looked at me from over her shoulder, "Do you remember that song you wrote for me in eighth grade?"

I nodded and tightened my fingers on my guitar pick, before beginning the slow song. I took a deep breath and sang out loud to her.

You bring out the best in me

You stick around for the worst in me

I never thought… I'd find someone like you

I never thought… someone like you…

Would want anything to do… with someone like me

~FLASHBACK~

I had been sitting up all night, thinking about her, wanting to be with her, wanting to hold her. Her name's Alex, I've known her since pre-k. We've always been close, but I never felt like this. I never longed for her like this, I never missed her like this, I never wondered what it would be like to feel her soft lips, until now. I don't know what had gotten into me, but I didn't want it to go away. I climbed from my bed and took my guitar up in my arms, before dropping back down onto the cushiony surface. I picked away at a few strings until the perfect melody came to fit the thoughts racing through my mind.

I whispered to myself, "You bring out the best in me… you stick around for the worst in me…"

I swung my head in the direction of my clock, nearly three in the morning. I scooped up my cell phone and dialed the all too familiar number.

A groggy Alex answered, "What's up, Mitch?"

I smiled a bit, "Can you come over? There's something I want to show you."

She paused for a minute, "On my way."

~END OF FLASHBACK~

Alex was sitting next to me on the bed now, watching my fingers move along the guitar. She hummed along to my voice and tapped her knee softly. She told me various times how this was her favorite song, and the fact that it was about her and written by me, only made it better. As I wrapped up the ending of the final verse, Alex whispered, "You have to record that for me."

I smiled, "I will."

Her eyes flickered up to mine, "You have a really beautiful voice, Mitch."

I blushed and nodded, standing up to place my guitar back against my closet door. She slid herself off my bed and walked over to me.

She was about to speak when my mom called from downstairs, "Girls, dinner!"

Alex smiled, "Race ya."