I actually wrote the song in this chapter, so if you go to my youtube channel SongsToBeHeard and look at the song Running you can actually listen to it:)

Throughout the last two hours of the day, I can't seem to concentrate. My mind drifts on more than one occasion, but if the teachers did notice, they didn't call me out on it. I guess it's because it's the first day back; they expect kids to still be in the holiday daze.

"What are you doing tonight?" Maddie asks as we leave our last class of the day, History. I shrug.

"I think I'm just going to do my homework and then sit outside the window and try to finish reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower."

"Again? You've read Perks, what? Nine times?"

"It's a good book, okay?" I say. "I've got to go and meet Finn, I'll see you tomorrow."

She gives me a suggestive smirk and says, "Have fun." Her singsong voice rings in my ears as I roll my eyes and turn in the opposite direction.

When I reach my locker, Finn's already standing against it. He sees me and smiles. Its infectious and I can't help but smile back. I grab my board from my locker and tuck it under my arm.

"Ready to go?" He nods and we push through the thinning crowds. "How was your first day?" I ask once we make our way down the front steps.

"School's school I guess. Nothing special. I did make some friends in my last class, though." He smiles at me, almost apologetically.

"That's great." I try to sound enthusiastic and match my words with a smile. He lets out a breath and looks down at the ground. "Are you going to sit with them at lunch tomorrow?"

"Maybe, I don't know." We fall into silence, with only the sound of our shoes on the ground to be heard. I kick a stone as I walk and watch it as it rolls forward diagonally. Finn kicks it next once we reach it, back in my direction. I smile and kick it again. The stone goes back and forth, turning into a game of who can kick it first. I'm just about to bring my foot forward when two arms wrap around my waist and lift me up. I laugh and Finn gets to the stone first.

"That's not fair, you cheated!" I complain.

"Sometimes you have to play a little dirty," he winks. I roll my eyes and shove his shoulder lightly. We reach our houses and I turn to say goodbye when he cuts me off. "Walk with me tomorrow?"

"Uh- ok, yeah, sure," I stammer out. He gives me a smile. It's only now that I realise how close we are. Finn is fairly tall, but I myself having long legs, he's only got a couple of inches on me. Something warm wraps around my hand but I can't bring myself to tear my eyes from his.

Someone clears their throat and I jump. Finnick stands on the porch, leaning against the wooden rails with a smirk on his face. "Finn, you've got to finish sorting through the boxes so we can redecorate your room, move your ass. Hey, Rye," he gives me a small wave.

"Hi, Uncle Finnick," I say awkwardly. He turns and walks back in the house. Finn gives a small chuckle and smiles at me again.

"See you tomorrow, Rye." The warmth, that I've figured out is his own hand, squeezes my fingers slightly before disappearing completely with Finn as he runs into his house.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow," I mumble, staring after him. Rolling my eyes at myself, I quickly walk up the steps to my house and open the door.

"Mum! Dad! I'm home!" I call.

"In the kitchen!" my Dad's voice calls back. I enter the kitchen to find Dad and Gale sitting with mugs of coffee.

"Uncle Gale!" I run and give him a hug.

"Hey, Rye. How've you been?" he asks with a tired smile.

"I'm fine. How're you and Madge? How's David?" I ask excitedly. I've only been to see Maddie's new little brother twice, and both times I've not been able to control myself. He's so adorable.

"David's happy. Madge and I are just tired."

"I can see that," I laugh, pointing at the dark circles under his eyes.

"Have you seen Mad? I thought she'd be with you," he frowns.

"I think she got a lift home. I walked with Finn," I answer.

"Finn, eh?" he smirks. "What's it like with him back?" he teases. The smile drops from my faces and I look at the floor, unable to produce an answer.

"Like having new, old neighbours," Dad quickly recovers for me. I flash him a grateful smile and he smiles back.

"I'm going to sit on the roof; I'll see you later, Uncle Gale." I slip out the room quickly. I run up the stairs, depositing my board in the cupboard beforehand, and enter my room. I pick up my blue guitar and notebook and slide out onto the roof.

I open my notebook to last page I wrote in, the lyrics written in ink.

It's become so hard, for me to close my eyes. To turn my back and fall on you, right into your arms. I've forgotten what is real and how to tell the difference, between this and dream.

This is your song. Tell me what's right from wrong. Let's go all the way. 'Cause maybe, yeah baby, you're here to stay.

I struggle to think of lyrics. I had an idea of what this song was about. I suppose it's obviously from the last line of the chorus. Finn. I decide to just play the chords and see what comes to mind.

No, don't close your eyes. I need to next to me. I'll never turn my back on someone that I need. But, Darling, everything's on fire and we're running, running, running, to escape the tower.

This is your song. Tell me what's right from wrong. Let's go all the way. 'Cause maybe, yeah baby, you're here to stay.

Running, running, running, running, running, running, running, running, hold my hand.

Running, running, running, running, running, running, running, across the land.

This is your song. Tell me what's right from wrong. Let's go all the way. 'Cause maybe, yeah baby, oh baby, yeah maybe

This is your song. Tell me what you're running from. Let's go all the way. 'Cause baby, yeah baby, you're here to stay.

I smile as the last chord strums and I grab my pad, scribbling down the lyrics. All of a sudden, I hear a slow clap. My head snaps to the left and I see Finn standing on the roof next door, smiling. My eyes go wide and my heart pounds in my chest.

"Shit."

"That was incredible, Rye." All I can manage is a small smile for a brief second.

"So, uh- that's your room?" I ask, awkwardly. He nods and glances back in the window.

"You should record yourself, put it online," he suggests. This actually causes me to laugh. He looks at me confused.

"Ha, um, no way. I'll stick to singing on my roof, thanks. Where no one can hear."

"I heard."

SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING it seems my fridays have become busier. Who'd have though I have a social life?

anyways, REVIEWS ARE APPRECIATED AND STUFF OK COOL ILY