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Because I know where this is going.
“Alyssa Smith,” Rhys starts as he walks up to her, his fingers running over a few of his guitar’s strings. “I know you might not want anything to do with me, but I couldn’t let another moment pass us by without telling you how I feel—”
“Please, don’t,” she pleads. “Rhys, you don’t have to do this—”
“I wrote you something, okay?” Rhys continues, seeming to ignore me completely. “And I just…I want you, no—I need you—to hear it.”
Rhys takes in a deep breath before his fingers begin to deftly move across his strings, the melody not terribly unique but still sounding heartfelt and lilting, something that might work with the right singer attached to its lyrics.
? Alyssa, Alyssa, Alyssa ?
? Are you going to hate me forever? ?
? Do you really not remember ?
? The way you looked me at me from across the room? ?
? It’s gotta come to a head soon ?
? And I’m not saying I love you ?
? I’m just saying that you’re the kind of girl ?
? Who I want by my side, side, side ?
? So here I am, putting away my pride, pride, pride ?
? And it’s all for you,
Alyssa ?
“Oh.” Once Rhys is finished with his song, I cut in. “You know what? That wasn’t half bad. It looks like this songwriting symposium might actually be helping you with your writing—”
“Fuck off, traitor,” Rhys murmurs over to me before he looks over at Alyssa again. “So, my darling…what do you think?”
There’s a look of confusion on Alyssa’s face as she quietly glances between us both, her gaze shifting from Rhys, to me, and then back to Rhys, all over again.
“I don’t…” Alyssa shakes her head. “I don’t know.”
“…You don’t know?” I playfully scoff. “Princess, I was pretty sure after the night we just had, that you’d pretty much already made up your mind—”
“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know,” Alyssa whispers as she scrambles to her feet, hastily pulling the discarded high heels into her hand. “Rhys that was…really sweet. And Van...being with you earlier…”
Alyssa pauses for a moment before she speaks again. “I’m sorry. I can’t…I don’t know how to choose.”
“Well, that part is easy, my darling,” Rhys suggests. “Just pick the guy you want to be with more.”
“I can’t do that,” Alyssa insists. “I’m sorry. I know that sounds like total bullshit, but I…it’s both of you, Rhys. That’s the real answer. But I know that’s not something either of you would ever want to deal with, and just saying it out loud makes me feel like a total, um, word I don’t want to say…” Alyssa winces before she starts to slink away from the conversation, soon speedily making her way toward the rooftop’s door. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I never should’ve…I’m sorry I made such a mess of things. Let’s just…forget any of this ever happened, okay? Please?”
“Princess—”
“Darling—”
“Don’t forget, the music is the important thing. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” Alyssa nervously shouts, her frame now disappearing behind the door to the lower levels of the building.
“Hold on, mate…Did she just say that the answer is both of us?” Rhys mumbles, slinking down into Alyssa’s previous chair.
“Yeah, she did.” I shrug. “Which kind of sounds like it’s up to us to figure out who’s going to be with her or—”
