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Chapter 3

"Well, what did she say?" Twitty asked, barging into Louis room the next night.

"Gosh, buddy. How are you? It's nice to see you too." Louis told him sarcastically.

"Louis cut it. What did she say?" Twitty asked once more.

Louis rose from his bed and paced about his room. "She said that you should tell her."

"She did?" Twitty asked nervously. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Louis told him, exasperated. "Why would I lie about something like that?"

"Alright." Twitty took a deep breath. "Tell her. I can do that."

"Yeah," Louis rolled his eyes, plopping down on his bed once more. "You sound real confident there Buddy."

"I'm just a little nervous," Twitty told him, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Why?" Louis asked. "It's only Ren. You've talked to her thousands of times before. Now go over there and tell her. Don't make me have to throw a tantrum."

"Alright, alright. Just let me grab my song out of my bag." Twitty told him, searching through his over night bag.

"Song?" Louis questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I wrote Ren a song."

"Well, isn't that sweet." Louis said sweetly before screaming at his friend. "Just get over there!"

"Alright, alright. I'm going." Twitty told him, finally finding the desired paper. He stumbled out of the room and across the hall. He lightly rapped on Ren's door and waited for her to open up.

'"Louis," Ren yelled. "Can't you at least let me sleep for one …….." Ren trailed off as she opened her door to find Twitty standing in front of her. "Night."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," Twitty turned and started to leave, but Ren grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back.

"No, Alan. It's okay. I thought you were Louis. He's been bugging me every night this week." Ren explained, stepping aside so Twitty could enter. She closed the door behind him as he took a seat on her bed. "Is there something I can help you with?" She raised her eyebrow.

"I-I wrote a new song." Twitty stammered. "I thought you might like to check it out."

Twitty handed her the paper and Ren paced her room as she read over the words on the paper. "Alan, this is really beautiful. Did you write this about that girl Louis was telling me about?"

"Um-uh, Yeah." Twitty began to sweat once more and he prayed that Ren wouldn't notice.

"You should show her," Ren suggested, handing the paper back to him.

"I just did," Twitty whispered, not daring to meet here eyes.

"What did you say? I can't hear you when you speak that low."

"No-nothing," Twitty stuttered. "So you really liked it?"

"Yeah, it's amazing." Ren smiled, sitting down next to him on her bed. "Who is this girl Alan? I mean, if you don't mind me asking.

"No, it's okay." Twitty stuttered, before taking a deep breath. "You." He blurted out, and quickly fastened his lips on hers. He pulled away several seconds later and stumbled from the room before Ren had a chance to process what had happened. What the hell did I just do? Twitty thought as he returned to Louis' room.

"So?" Louis asked, looking up from his comic book. "How did it go?"

"She probably hates me," Twitty answered as he set up his sleeping bag and crawled in. Maybe things will look better after a night's sleep.