I heard Strify humming from upstairs as I was walking through the hall. I stopped because I didn't recognize the song. I ran upstairs, curious about the song. It sounded nice.
I neared the nearly-closed bedroom door and listened to him.
"Hmm... If you want me to listen, whisper... hm,hm,hm,hm,hmm,hmmmm, hummm..." I smiled, he's writing a song. And it sounds beautiful. I gently knocked on the door. I heard a rustling of papers before he responded.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"Kiro." I replied.
"Oh, come in." He called. I opened the door and saw him laying on his bed on his stomach, his ankles crossed in the air. I smiled at him.
"That's a pretty song." I said. I saw Strify blush.
"Thank you. I thought of the one line in the shower and I've been working off of it." He explained. I nodded and skipped over to his bed. "You can lie down if you want." He said as he scooted over and made room for me. I smiled and laid down next to him, leaning the side of my head on his shoulder.
"If you want me to listen, whisper." I repeated the line. Strify nodded. "That's beautiful." I said, smiling at him.
"I know, it's amazing. I can't even remember where it came from." He said, leaning his cheek in the palm of his hand. I laughed.
"It's kind of like.. If you want me to run, walk." I said. Strify smiled.
"That's great! Next line!" He squealed, scribbling down the words in his lyrics notebook.

I lay on Strify's bed, on my back as Strify's head rested on my chest, his breathing making ripples in my shirt. My hand was running over his soft hair as I held his lyric notebook above me, reading the lines we'd written over and over again.
If you want me to listen, whisper
If you want me to run, walk just walk
Wrap your name in lace and leather
I can hear, you don't need to talk.
We can make 1000 mistakes
and we'll never learn
I smiled at how many scribbles we made on the page, covering over tons the ancestors of the final lyrics written on the page. I closed my eyes for a minute. I'm tired of rereading the same lyrics all over again. I opened my eyes.
I closed the book and opened it to the first page.
I skipped through a few songs that were on a couple off different albums. I then came across lyrics I didn't recognize. "Heaven"? Never heard of it.
I began reading.
Nobody hurts me like you do
Nobody knows me as well as you
I'm staring out into the blue
I'm sorting files of what we knew
the future is lost, my future is torn
My dissappointment knows it all
I'm stuck I'm locked, I'm paralysed
The gate is closed and I'm left outside

Heaven is wrapped in chains
I want to get in but you wont let me
Heaven is wrapped in chains
I just cannot find the key

Behind those walls, behind these gates
Gardens so pure and lights so great
Am I too high or a step too low?
I played the role you told me so

And in time i will try to find the right time
as least this helps me comprehend
Oh but silence is my best friend

I stopped and looked down at Strify. He's never showed anyone this song before. Strify groaned; a sign of his waking up. I closed the book and set it down next to Strify's back before stopping my hand and closing my eyes. Pretending to be asleep is better than acting weird around Strify, wondering why he didn't show the band a great song.
I felt Strify slowly turn his head and roll away. He grunted and I heard the book sliding against the bed sheets. I mentally frowned; he rolled over onto the notebook.
"Kiro, did-" Strify stopped himself and I assumed he saw my 'sleeping' face. "Uh... Good night." He whispered. There was silence as he stayed still. After a moment I felt him shift slightly and I felt his breathing against my neck. My lips parted as I continued my act of sleeping and began to breathe through my mouth. Strify sighed. His breath suddenly shifted up to my cheek as he planted a soft kiss on the one side of my mouth, not disturbing my breathing. I felt my heart rate accelerate. "Love you, Kiro." He whispered and got up off the bed and I heard the door close gently and footsteps fading in the hall. I opened my eyes and licked my lips. No taste. I frowned.
I sat up and picked up the notebook again. I flipped through the pages and returned to our new lyrics. I found the pen after a minute of searching and put it to the paper.
You can kiss me with your torture