The Little Speaker

A Walk Back Home

"So what happened next?"

"Well, to make it short, Pico and Keith challenged those two to a rap battle and eventually I had to kick them out so we could get our work done." You replied, taking a sip of your beverage. "Man, those two must love causing trouble." Whitty hummed, taking the last bite of his pizza, you couldn't help but agree. "I guess you can say that." You giggled, taking another sip of your beverage, you then sighed, "I just wish they could stop worrying, I mean sure I get lost sometimes but still." You huffed. 

Whitty hummed, "I get'cha kid, but you can't stop them from being them, sometimes they gotta realize that you've grown, it takes time." He replied. You let his words sink into you, maybe he was right, it takes time for them to realize that your not some lost girl who needs to be constantly attended to, you know they love you but sometimes it can be a little too much. "Anyways, we should get you home."

"What? But it's not that late." You pouted, a small smile formed on his features as he ruffled your hair, "C'mon, you have better things to do than hang out with me." 

"But your so cool Whitty, I'd rather miss a whole day of school and constant nagging."

"Whatever you say kid, but still, it's a lot nicer to stay home, yeah?" Whitty got out of his seat, already making his way out the door as you scrambled after him, making sure that you've got your guitar and backpack, "Wait up!" You called, running to his side. 

Slipping the hood over his head, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, slowing down for you to catch up to him, he couldn't help but feel the dread knot inside his stomach, something was off today, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but for now, his concern was getting you back home. Whitty remained quiet as you blabbered on about a topic, amusing him like always as you animatedly expressed yourself, but the constant dread continued to eat him up, "Hey Whitty, is something wrong?" You asked, catching him off guard.

"What?"

"You seem a little worried, did something happen?"

He lightly grimaced, unable to look you in the eyes, "No, I'm fine, just a little tired is all." He replied, you tilted your head to the side, confused but you didn't question it, Whitty must've had a long day. You shrugged, "Okay than." 

As the two of you continued on, you both came across the basketball court, it was a little deserted but hey, wasn't as crowded or loud as last time. "Hey kid, are you always going to bring that guitar around?" Whitty suddenly asked, you couldn't really blame him since you've slowly gotten into the habit of bringing it to places, and you were getting an itch to carry it around school as well which you'd probably never do. 

"Maybe....?" To be honest you weren't even sure, but hey, you never know when you need it. "Say, wanna hear my new song I'm working on?" You asked, he looked a bit unsure, his main goal right now was to bring you home, again. "Look kid, you gotta-" once again, you gave him the puppy eyes, he facepalmed, yep, he lost, face it, you didn't want to go home yet since 1; it can be a bit boring sometimes (since Carol grounded you from video games), and 2; Pico might be there (and maybe Keith) to stalk around and try to apologize which as we all know, isn't the best at doing it. 

You sat at a nearby bench along with Whitty as he leaned himself against the wood, you took out your guitar, plugging it into the mini speaker as you strummed the strings, "so what's this song of yours called?" He asked, you tapped your chin, sure you've gotten the lyrics together including the beat but you haven't really thought about it. 

Then it suddenly hit you like lightning, "I call this one Lo-Fight!"