Disclaimer: I only own Lexi. I do not own Nick Nemeth. He owns himself. As does Dr. Seuss.

I walked into my apartment building so happy to be home from tour. I could afford a bigger house, but I didn't see the point since I was on tour three or four days a week. I walked in and set my stuff next to the door. I heard pounding on the wall and entered the bedroom to see my boyfriend of two years hammering photos of him all over the wall.

"Nick, what the hell are you doing?" I asked him. He turned around hiding the hammer behind his back. "What am I up to? Improving your room, boo," he responded. I stared at him. "Did you just rhyme?" I looked around the room searching for alcohol or weed or something that made him act this weird.

He picked up another frame holding his picture and started hanging it on another nail he already pounded on the wall. He set down the hammer and hung pictures on the other wall. He had tons of nails on every inch of my wall. He didn't live here but he did have a spare key. I was starting to regret giving it to him.

"Why are you hanging your picture all over my room?" He turned and looked at me confused. "Why wouldn't you want me on your wall? Want me to do it to the hall?" I wrinkled my brow. "Okay, please stop rhyming, you're terrible at it," I said as I rubbed my temples.

He looked at me hurt, "You're saying I can't rhyme, this is such a crime! I thought I was great, now it's a debate. I'm going to cry, goodbye". He walked out of my room. I rolled my eyes. What is going on with him? I wondered. I walked into the living room to see him sitting on the couch pouting. I took a deep breath and sat next to him.

"Babe, what's going on with you?" He looked me in the eyes and he looked like he was going to cry. "I was trying to surprise you, Lexi, I'm a failure," he paused, "and sexy". I rolled my eyes and chuckled. I though he'd stopped rhyming, but I was obviously wrong. "Nick, you're not a failure, but why do you keep rhyming?" He looked at me like I was crazy. "I'm not rhyming, or at least not trying".

I stared at him, "you really don't notice that you're rhyming". "No, today I was with Jay, we read Dr. Seuss, we got into a fight, but then we made a truce," he told me with a straight face. He really didn't notice he was rhyming. Well, if you can't beat them, join them, I thought.

"That sounds like a lot of fun; I wish I was there, hun!"