Matt was back in the rehearsal studio with his band. He'd hastily scribbled out one copy of his new song, and had handed it to Jaz to inspect. Jaz played the drums for the Teenage Wolves, and if Matt was Captain of their pirate ship, Jaz was First Mate. Matt knew that Jaz could tell a hit from a flop, and, more importantly, would be honest to the point of brutality.

Jaz took the sheet music, rifling through the pages as he read the notes and lyrics. "Swimming naked in the moonlight, I know it's wrong but still it seems right… she knows I'm there, she calls my name, haunted eyes will never see the same… key change… complex guitar solo - better you than me, buddy… chorus… and a nice big finish."

He stared down at the sheets in his hands as if they were speaking back to him. Then he threw both hands up above his head, letting the pages rain down around him as he moved over to clap Matt on the back.

"This is brilliant, Matt! And to think, we were starting to lose faith in you! Showed us, huh? This is our ticket to stardom, Matt, stardom! If this isn't a number one hit, I don't know what is!" he paused in his rapture for a moment. "If you don't mind me asking, where'd you get your inspiration?"

Matt was silent for a long time. A suspiciously long time. "Just around." He replied eventually.

"It was a girl, wasn't it?" Jaz nodded sagely. "Don't let her go, Matt. She's good for you."

Matt snorted. "You're only saying that because you want more songs."

But even as Jaz raised the palms of his hands in defeat, Matt could feel his heart beating a little faster. Somewhere inside he was struck with something soft and squidgy and terrifyingly like a crush.

Oh, Mimi…

-x-x-

Mimi was eating lunch in a café. She was wearing pink, though the colour of the season was turquoise. For the first time in years, she was completely without makeup. It was a small step, admittedly, but even a small step was a move in the right direction. She was just raising the second half of her sandwich to her lips when she caught sight of an unruly mop of blonde curls.

Michael.

"Hey Meems! I called your 'rents and they said you might be here! I've been looking for you… I barely recognised you, actually. Have you done something different with your hair?"

Mimi just rolled her eyes. How did she date this boy for so long without going utterly mental? Then again, maybe she had been mental. Her behaviour hadn't exactly been normal. She could only make up for it now.

"What is it that you want, Michael?"

Michael seemed to take this as an invitation to sit down. Scraping the chair noisily along the floor, he slid in opposite her. He reached out for her hand, which she quickly withdrew and laid in her lap. Looking slightly discouraged, but not completely put off, he spoke.

"Meems, I've been thinking…" Mimi snorted as if to suggest that she didn't think it likely. Undeterred, he continued. "Maybe I was a little hasty. Maybe I made a… mistake. I don't know what I was thinking when… when we broke it off…"

"Oh, Michael…"

Oh, Matt…

It was a short chapter, I know, but I know you can all handle that. Right? Also, those lyrics were written by ME. So they are MINE, and I cannot get kicked off the site for using them!

And why Jaz, I hear you ask? Because I felt like it. Does anyone actually know what Matt's band members' names are? Not that I'd change his name - I like Jaz. But I am curious…

Emma's useless facts about nothing in particular

A person uses approximately fifty-seven sheets of toilet paper each day.