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This ride continued to drag on without a word being said. What do you even say to someone after a situation like that? It's like I gave into everything he wanted and it made me sick. I wondered if he picked up all his 'projects' from certain spots to bring them to the studio? I looked over at him and laughed.

Shit. Stupid move.

"What's so funny?"

"What's it to you? I can laugh if I thought of something funny. Not like the world revolves around you so therefore you shouldn't even care."

"That's it." He replied.

We pulled into an ally; he parked the car and looked straight at me.

"Tell me right now if you want to do this. If you don't then get out of my car and stop wasting my time. I've never met anyone so rude and hostile when it came to doing something they loved. So please, enlighten me on what you want. Because I don't want to waste my time."

I stared at him. Wow. He stood up for himself. That's a new a one. Although I didn't answer – instead I walked out of the car and to my surprise, he followed.

I sighed.

"It's not that I don't want to do this. This is a dream come true, I mean how many kids my age could say they got this chance in their lives? … I just, I don't know."

"Stop over thinking things. What's the issue? I don't get it. I never did anything wrong to you and you're being this hostile bitch towards me! What's so bad about me?"

"I don't like it when I can't read people, okay? My guard goes up ..."

"Guard? For what?"

"That's just how I am, I've been played by a whole bunch of guys and girls for that matter and I'm not talking relationships I'm just talking in general. It's hard for me to trust practically anyone... you're included. So, please. Bear with me."

He nodded. "Why don't we try to get to know each other first then? Rather than just jump straight into recording anything?"

"Alright. What do you want to know?"

"Hang on. We'll just ask each other questions and the first thing that comes to mind is the answer. No thinking just saying. Done?"

"Done. Go."

"Favorite food?"

"Pizza."

"Favorite movie?"

"Oh, Final Destination 3 without a doubt."

"Favorite color?"

"Red."

"Favorite book?"

"The five people you meet in heaven."

I struck a nerve there, because he seemed to just forget everything when I mentioned that book.

"Um ... Tom?"

"Enough games. Let's get to recording." And he walked back to his viper.

Later that day: (POV: T)

She did it. I don't know how she did it, but she did it. And now I'm a complete mess. How on earth did she know that book? Yeah, sure it's a popular book... but still. This is ridiculous.

We finally made our way into studio A. I never felt so relieved to have some sort of barrier between me and somebody I met only a few days ago. And yet, for some strange reason, I couldn't get her out of my head. I sighed.

"Alright Harrison, what do you have for me?"

"You heard my work in the competition, was I supposed to have something new?"

I hit my hand on my forehead. "Well, maybe not new, but something to work with? We are kind of a deadline you know."

She laughed. She had a cute laugh.

Wait. No she didn't. I shook my head.

"Of course I have something to work with, Quincy. I wouldn't dare want you think I'm that unprofessional."

I laughed.

"Alright. So get in there and let's hear it."

"Be nice. It's not finished."

She smirked. I couldn't put my finger on it... but I knew this girl would be trouble.

She started to strum.

"I've been sitting in the dirt (for 24 hours)
I've forgotten what I'm worth (for 24 hours)
Said that you'd be here last night

I'm trying to shake you from my skin (for 48 hours)
Clean up this mess I've been put in (for 48 hours)
I'm guessing you can't always win
I'm guessing you can't always win

I can't have anything I want
They say I'm just too young
But it's not my fault
I'll find my own way home if I gotta
I'll make it all alone if I gotta"

She stopped. "That's all I've got."

"Wow... a fifteen year old wrote this?" I thought to myself.

And with not even a thought, I started to clap. I probably looked like such a dork.

"I know, I know, it needs work" Her voice filled my ears.

"Not 'work' really. It's just too short. But you said it wasn't finished, that's what it needs... it needs to be finished." I laughed. "See? We can get along if we try."

"Don't jinx it Quincy, because the next fight will be your fault just because you mentioned that." She laughed.

She had a cute laugh.

"STOP IT!" I don't know what came over me.

I must have drifted into deep thought because next thing I knew about twenty minutes had passed and her voice filled my ears again.

"Hey... Tom?"

I looked over. "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"About before ... with the book and whatnot. I didn't mean to make you remember something you didn't really want to remember. I want to ask if you're okay... but I don't want to pry. So if you do ever want to talk about it, I'm a great listener. I may be young, but I'm a lot more mature then you think."

"That didn't sound mature at all."

"I know, I know, I probably sound less mature then I hope to by saying that, but still. I don't mind listening if you ever want to talk."

Well, wasn't she just the greatest psychic you've ever met?

"It's alright. I don't want to get into it though, no offense. Too personal. But thank you for the offer, I'll remember it."

"It's not an issue. Just making you aware."

"See? I was right."

"About what?"

"We can get along when we want to."

And she laughed again.