"howdy" payton smiled walking into my bedroom
"wow what you doing" he laughed walking into my wardrobe
"i don't know, i came home and i wanted to clean something and go threw my wardrobe" i shrugged
"okay" he nodded
"you play?" he asked lifting the guitar from the floor up
"used to" i shrugged
"i got bored after learning all the shawn mendes songs" i said
"all of them?" he asked
"yeh i'm kinda good" i replied
"see there you go with that big ego again" he sarcastically said
"i know right" i laughed grabbing the guitar and gently playing with the strings
"play me a song hayden-grace" he smiled
"okay, who?" i asked
"i can do any shawn mendes song, a few of harry's, some niall and ruel" i nodded
"do your favourite song you can play" he smiled
"hmmm" i mumbled
"ooo" i laughed, he gave me a look and i gently started plucking the strings
"it's called imagination, it's from shawn mendes first album, it's a beautiful song" i said
"i'll play the chorus" i added, he nodded and gave me a smile
"in my dreams you're with me, we'll be everything i want us to be and from there, who knows? maybe this will be the night that we kiss for the first or is that just me and my imagination" i sang
"okay you weren't lying you are really good" he said, he seemed speechless
"thanks" i laughed
"and you have a beautiful voice" he said
"thanks again" i smiled
"anyway, let's make piles" i said
"i want a donate pile, a throw out pile and a tristan, ashton, aaliyah or sophia can take pile" i added
"okay" he nodded, i placed the guitar in the corner of the wardrobe and picked up a box of random stuff
"you did cheer?" he asked pointing to the schools cheer uniform
"we don't talk about her" i mumbled taking the clothes and hiding them behind a bunch of clothes
"anything you can't do?" he asked
"art, i suck at art" i nodded
"okay fair enough" he laughed
"oh how'd it go with graysun?" he asked
"quite good actually, we talked we duh we talked but yeh we got to know each other a bit more" i shrugged
"i feel like i've got a nice idea on him" i nodded
"that's good?" he said questioning himself
"yeh it is" i smiled
"he's not a dick like my dad" i said
"and he's not like his mom" i shrugged
"so whose he like?" he replied
"probably the good side of my dad, i mean i don't know dad that well but gray is a lot like me and he doesn't get that from my mom so i'm kinda guessing we get it from my dad" i said
"oh oh yeh" he laughed