And so they made it a couple of months later. They recorded and released a small EP known as 'We Know What It Means to Be Alone' – I thought it was an awesome name and it sold to the genre.

I turned the much too short for my liking EP over and over in my hand smiling with satisfaction at what they'd accomplished. I ran my fingers over the small case and couldn't stop the smile that was dying to escape

Without even asking, knowing that'd he'd protest, I leaped off of the sofa and headed towards the CD player.

"Sammy!" Josh called angrily, just like I was a naughty child misbehaving. I chucked it and hit play. I spun around on my heel, pressing my hands to my back to smile at him innocently. He groaned and sunk into the sofa, grabbing a pillow to bury his face into or to scream into. The rest of the band looked less bothered although they did look like they didn't want to listen to themselves again. They were all too distracted by the Xbox, like usual. Max, of course was battling Matt.

"Ha! Get him! You son of-" I distracted Matt by growling; he turned to look at me and froze. I must have looked incredibly frightening because he stopped dead in his tracks and didn't say anything afterwards.

"Yes!" Max shouted. Obviously, my distraction had cost Matt a life. I sat down cross legged in front of the CD as if guarding it.

Josh's mum, dad and sister all entered the room when 'This Turbulence is Beautiful' had just started to play. Elissa ruffled her brother's hair with a laugh when his screaming vocals kicked in and collapsed into my empty seat.

Josh threw his pillow at her – Oh the love of two siblings that I know all too well. I lifted my hand and blindly searched for the volume button to turn it up. The room was soon filled with the sound of Josh's screaming and the boy's beautifully crafted unique music, with the sound of guns firing quickly from the TV. The track was really well crafted. Josh had recorded different stuff to be added as layers on the piece which worked wonderfully. I loved the way his voice switched from screaming to the harmoniously smooth voice of his although I suspected that had something to do with the producing with the track.

Something occurred to me as the repeating bridge kicked in.

"On and on. It's just the same old song we're singing."

"You sound American!" I gasped and even pointed my finger at Josh. He looked up from watching the boy's battle on the TV to look at me perplexed, as if I'd gone mad.

"Ha!" Max laughed and got up onto his knees. "And you do! DIE!"

Josh glared at the back of his best friend's head. Elissa nudged her brother playfully.

"Oh shut up!" he grunted and folded his arms.

"Awww," Dan and Chris chorused together when he looked away. I smiled and winked to reassure him.

"Guys, this is amazing," I said with pure amazement as the sounds of 'New Jersey' kicked in.

The sounds of 'Promise Promise' died out and were replaced by the cleverly crafted introduction of 'Noises'. The room actually went silent.

I wouldn't look up to meet the uncomfortable gazes as Josh's voice started.

"Anyway," Max said, rather loudly to cover the sound of Josh's words. He swiveled back around to start a new game. Chris got up and playfully snatched the controller from Max.

I nodded and got to my feet. I took the CD out of the player before it got the screaming part.

"Congrats guys," I told them when I faced them again.

"Yeah, it's really good," Elissa backed me up and got to her feet. She dropped the pillow, which Josh had thrown at her earlier, onto his head.

Josh attacked her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back down onto the sofa.

"Well I must get that from you!" he spat through clenched teeth as he thoroughly ribbed her with his fingers. Elissa cried and laughed at her brother's attempts. Max sprang to his feet to help Elissa and I crossed the room in a few strides. I pulled Elissa up whilst Max held Josh back. We all knew he was joking around, he was laughing his head off, but still, we didn't like to see them fight. Elissa flicked the side of his head lightly before she left. Max and I sat down next to Josh.

I looked down at the CD I'd taken out of the player and fanned myself with it. I smiled side ward at Josh who simply just laughed at my actions.

I hitched my bag higher onto my shoulders as I tucked my hands into the pockets of my open black hoody. My thumb glided over the touch sensitive circular button of my iPod and the volume increased.

"… Let's take this to the bedroom so I can undress you,
Ask you are you ready, aren't you ready , am i?
Even if it hurts you, even if it breaks me,
We won't let this friendship sink.
Where do you get off you left me shaking.
Well here I am out of -"

"Sam!"

Someone ripped a headphone from my ear. I recoiled away from Josh who'd appeared out of nowhere.

"What the hell?" I shouted at him and smacked his arm several times. "Don'.That!"

"Ow! Alright, calm down!" he grabbed both of my wrists to stop me from hitting him and force me to calm down. I glared up at him and tried to shaking him off but he was too strong. I looked at him surprised.

"You're getting strong," I said, not hiding the surprise in my voice. His smile faded and he let me go.

"Thanks." He shook his head and the smile lifted back onto his face again. "What were you so intently listening to you didn't hear me shouting your name down the street?"

Before I could show him, he snatched up my hanging headphone and put it to his ear. His eyebrows shot up in surprise at the sound of his own voice. He laughed and we carried on walking down the street.

"Y'know you really do sound American." I pulled my iPod out of my pocket to turn it down a bit. Josh just groaned and rolled his eyes – it seemed to be a sensitive subject.

"I mean compared to your talking accent, you sound so… American!" I said exasperatedly and grinned at him. I bumped my shoulder into him when he didn't respond, his footwork crossed over.

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing," I told him and switched my iPod off. Josh just nodded and scuffed the edge of the pavement with his worn trainer.

"Josh, can I ask you something?" I could already feel the blood rush to my cheeks. This was an awkward subject between us both.

"Of course you can," he responded, completely oblivious on what I was about to ask.

"You say the lines 'Let's take this to the bedroom so I can undress you, ask you are you ready, aren't you ready , am i?'"

Josh slowed down ever so slightly, before his eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink.

"What does it mean…?" I asked cautiously, watching his every reaction. Josh raised his shoulders and let them fall into a would-be-casual shrug but it was too stiff.

"I needed a filler."

Liar. I'd never thought about it before but we were all… teenagers. If he wasn't going to tell me I'd leave it to my own interpretation – whatever that was…

"Okay then," I pressed on from the uncomfortable conversation. "And then you say something like, 'Even if it hurts you, even if it breaks me' and 'Where do you get off you left me shaking?' Sorry, I've got to know."

Josh paused on the pavement and I stopped too. The sky overhead was growing ominously darker as the clouds rolled in. I glanced nervously upwards and started to bounce at my impatience. I should have asked when we were in somewhere dry.

"Does it really matter?" Josh asked with a sigh.

"Yes, if you're going to write songs about me, I want to know what that means," I said indignantly and a little disgruntled. Josh smiled meekly at my pouty expression and tone. He seemed really reluctant to answer the question.

"I was just… angry. I don't… like Alex." He stared at his trainers as he spoke. I took the small blow that I expected to be a lot worse. "I didn't want anyone to come in between us no matter how I acted. I was stupid and immature and an annoyance."

I made to stop him but he pushed on anyway.

"I just accentuated everything else cause it's just a song. Okay, I had a little or inspiration but it's still just a song. Not every song out there has a meaning." He finally met my gaze again with an apologetic smile. I threaded my arm through his and carried on walking.

"Well it's my favorite off the album." I laughed and bumped him again, but more softly this time. "Where are you heading?" We were almost at my house.

"Yours, obviously." Josh grinned cheekily. I nudged him in the ribs in mock outrage.

"S'alright, just invite yourself," I said sarcastically but couldn't help but smile. "Come on then."

Walking in the house I see Andy, sound asleep on the counter in the kitchen, his face buried in a bowl of Fruit Loops. Chuckling and rolling my eyes at him I head downstairs towards my room.