Despite what I wish, I actually no nothing about the guitar. I have one...but I don't know what type or how to play it. Lol. So ignore if I don't go into much detail about the guitar okay?

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Craig and I sat on his bed. He was strumming his guitar. We were writing a song together.

"Okay," he said, picking up the beat. "One, two, three..."

"I still remember when everything seemed

To be okay, I had friends, I had love

But then one day it all changed. And I

find myself thinking of what used to be," I sang.

"That was great, Paige," he said.

"You really think so?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do." He looked out the window at the darkening sky and his face became distant.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Craig, don't lie to me."

"Its getting late and I don't want you to leave."

"That's sweet. I don't want to leave either. I don't want to go home. It'll be too hard to face them. I mean, now I understand what happened. He left...it hurts but I have to move on. But at the same time, I can't face them yet. Its going to be so hard."

"You can stay here," he said.

I smiled. "Will Joey mind?"

"I'm sure he doesn't care. He and Caitlin went to bed hours ago. No one has to know." He smiled, a lock of hair falling across his eyes.

"Do you want me to?" I brushed the strand of curls from his eyes.

He leaned over and kissed my cheek lightly. "Of course."

"Craig? Thank you so much for everything you have done. It means a lot."

"Anytime."

"Well, I wish I could take you up on your offer to stay, but, unfortunately I can't. I have to face the consequences."

He nodded. "I understand. Do you want me to walk you home? It's getting dark."

"Would you mind? I mean, dark alleys at night are kind of freaky."

Craig and I stood outside of door. I didn't want to go in, but I had to.

"Thanks for being there for me, Craig," I said.

"Anytime. What are friends for?" He smiled lightly and brushed a stray strand of hair from my eyes.

"Yeah, its just that...well, it means a lot to me. you have been a really good friend."

"You've been there for me, too. Listen...the end of the year dance is coming up..." he ran his fingers, a nervous habit. "And anyway...I was wondering if you would go with me?"

I smiled. "Of course. I'd love to."