A/N: Hello! I had some ideas for OTGW one-shots and decided to all put them in one place. Please read, review, and enjoy!
Wirt fell down on his bed in a swirl of sheet music, clarinet case still in his hand. He sighed deeply.
"Raur." Wirt sat up, looked around, and found Jason Funderberker on top of his dresser, staring at him.
"Oh. It's you. Sorry," he said. The frog ribbited again and he flopped back down.
"C-can I just talk to you for a minute?" he asked the frog. It ribbited in affirmation. Wirt continued. "It's just that, I'm still so confused about the Unknown. I can't talk deeply to Greg about it- he's too young. And, I can't talk to my friends or parents- they wouldn't understand. Sometimes, I just," he paused. "I wish I could prove that it really happened."
"Raur," replied Jason Funderberker understandingly.
"But, what am I doing anyway? You're just a frog," Wirt said, sitting up. He unlocked his clarinet case and pulled it out. "I should be practicing."
He stood and rearranged his music before gently blowing on his instrument and hesitantly playing the first few notes. Once he started though, the boy easily fell into the comfortable rhythm that came when he was playing. And he only stumbled a bit when Jason started singing along. It was the same song he'd sung on the ferry.
"At night when the lake is a mirror,
And the moon rides the waves to the shore,
A single soul sets his voice singing,
Content to be slightly forlorn."
Wirt closed his eyes and drifted away from the music on the page, choosing to improvise instead.
"A song rises over the bleachers,
Sweeps high to clear over the stands.
And over the students all swaying
To pluck at a pair of heartstrings."
Wirt glanced up at the frog at the slight change in lyrics and smiled as he thought of last week's dance that he and Sarah had attended together.
"Two voices, now they are singing,
Then ten, as the melody soars.
Round the shimmering field all are joining in song,
As it carries their battle song on."
Wirt struggled not to chuckle as he thought of the marching band playing the fight song at the football games.
"Over the treetops and mountains,
Over the blackened ravines,
Then softly it falls by a house by a stream
And over the garden wall
To thee."
Wirt echoed the final notes on his clarinet and then faded softly away, leaving the most exquisite silence behind.
"Raur," said Jason Funderberker. Wirt could have sworn the frog was smiling. Wirt smiled back.
"Well, I guess that proves it. I should write down those lyrics. 'Over the Garden Wall.' It has a nice ring to it."
"Ruar," agreed Jason Funderberker.
"You said it."