McKenna POV.
I scowled at the piano in frustration. This song just wouldn’t form. I’d been sat trying to write it for most of the day. I had barely three lines of lyrics and I wasn’t happy with any of the notes that I came up with. I doodled absently on the bottom of my piece of paper, occasionally adding a couple of lyrics. My mind wandered absently. I was in one of those moods where you can’t stop thinking about things that you can’t change. Suddenly, inspiration hit me. I scribbled through what I had written already and began writing the new lyrics that flew into my head. Satisfied, I leaned back and smiled. Slowly, I worked out the piano melody and chords. I ignored the music room door as it creaked open, focusing on perfecting the song that was taking shape.
“Sounding amazing, as usual.” Commented a voice from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see Jimmy leaning against a wall, his hands stuffed in his pockets. I smiled.
“Thanks.” He pushed off the wall and walked over.
“It got lyrics yet?” I nodded. “Sing it for me?” I shook my head.
“No chance. It’s nowhere near finished yet.” He pouted.
“Come on, you’ve heard loads of our unfinished stuff.” I shook my head again.
“I hate people hearing my songs when they’re unfinished.” Jimmy sank onto the piano stool next to me.
“Please Lemon-Pie?” I sighed and began to play.
“Well, I know that it's early
And it's too hard to think.
And the broken empty bottles
Our reminder in the sink.
But I thought that I should tell you
If it's not too late to say.
I can put back all the pieces
They just might not fit the same.
Cause nothing's worth losing
Especially the chance to make it right.
And I know that we're gonna be fine.
And the tattooed mistakes
Are gonna fade over time.
As long as we live, time passes by.
And we won't get it back when we die.
Well I know it's been years now
And I don't look the same.
And the hopes and dreams you had for me
You thought went down the drain.
And the room feels so empty
where my pictures used to be.
And I can't say that I blame you,
But you can't blame me.
Cause nothing's worth losing
Especially the chance to make it right.
And I know that we're gonna be fine.
And the tattooed mistakes
Are gonna fade over time.
As long as we live, time passes by.
And we won't get it back when we die.
Come over.
Come over.
Cause I gotta know,
If I am doing this all on my own.
Come over.
Come over.
How can I show you if you're not here?
And I know that we're gonna be fine.
And the tattooed mistakes
Are gonna fade over time.
As long as we live, time passes by.
And we won't get it back when we die.
And I know that we're gonna be fine.
And the tattooed mistakes
Are gonna fade over time.
As long as we live, time passes by.
And we won't get it back when we die.
Come over.
Come over.
Come over.
Come over.
Come over.
Come over.
(I gotta know)
And we won't get it back when we die.
(well, I know that it's early...)” Jimmy clapped enthusiastically.
“it’s amazing.”
“It’s not even finished yet.” I countered.
“It’s still amazing.” He replied stubbornly. I smiled and shook my head, absently playing In The End by Linkin Park on the piano. I looked up at him.
“Teach me how to play one of your songs.” I ordered, smiling. He nodded and I slid to one side so that he could get to the keys. He played Warmness On The Soul the whole way through. When he finished, he motioned for me to slide back across. He began to talk me through the notes, I’d picked most of it up as he played it. Carefully, with Jimmy’s help, I began to play the song. After I messed the same section up twice, Jimmy intervened.
“Here.” He stretched round me, placing his hand gently over mine, playing the section correctly. I tensed slightly. I was starting get slightly uncomfortable. He seemed to sense that and stopped playing. “Mac.” I looked up at him. His lips pressed softly against mine. I froze in shock. I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. I was in too much shock. He pulled away gently, his eyes staring into mine.
“Jimmy…” My voice was barely a whisper. He cut me off.
“I think I’m falling for you, Mac.” His voice was as faint as mine. I started to reply, but he cut me off again. “I know. I’m sorry. I know that you don’t feel the same.” He looked away, trying to hide the pain in his eyes. “You’re marrying Syn. You love him.” I opened my mouth to speak again. Again he cut me off. “I see it in your eyes every time you’re with him. He loves you too, he’s just to chicken to say it. I know that I shouldn’t be saying any of this. I know that I have no chance with you. But I needed you to know Mac.” He met my eyes again, his eyes were pleading with me to understand. I reached out and touched his cheek.
“It’s ok Jimmy.” I smiled sadly at him and let my hand drop into my lap. Maybe in another time. Another place. Another world. Maybe then we would have worked out. Then I might have felt the same. But not here not, now. He was right. I was falling in love with Syn. “I understand.” He smiled sadly back at me. “You’ve become one of my best friends Jimmy. That’s not going to change any time soon. And certainly not because of this.” He pulled me into a hug before getting up and walking quietly out of the room, leaving me alone with the piano and my lyrics.

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Syn POV.
I stood, frozen to the spot in the door to the music room as I watched my best friend kiss the girl that I was supposed to marry. I watched as she didn’t move away instantly, like she did when I tried to kiss her. I watched and felt my heart break. Slowly, silently, I turned round and walked back up the stairs, turning my back on both of them.