Chapter 7 - Prettiest ass

                                    

                                          
"Ok, we both have an hour to write out hate songs and then we come back here and the winner gets to choose where we eat. Deal?" Harry says, putting his hand out.
                          
"Deal." I shake his hand.
                          
We both run up the stairs to our rooms, I grab my ukulele and he grabs his guitar. We both slam the doors and I immediately start finding a melody. 
                          
I decide to write my song about how he never shuts up. He likes to talk a lot. When we were little it took him forever to learn how to let other people talk, but eventually I taught him how to not be stuck up. For the most part.
                          
I write down the lyrics and the notes. It's been only 20 minutes, but I'm already finished. I walk out of the room and see Harry walking out of his at the same time. 
                          
"You finished?" I ask.
                          
"Yeah." He nods. We both walk downstairs, preparing to sing our songs.
                          
"You can go first." I say.
                          
"Fine." He huffs, sitting down at the piano bench.
                          
*play song now*
                          
"Yeah I'm gonna put your shit out on the lawn. Leave my heart and take your bone..there's nothing left to say so long...this is your goodbye goodbye song.." He sings, playing the piano, flawlessly.
                          
"La. La. La. La. La. This your goodbye song..La. La. La. La. La." I raise an eyebrow at him as he starts the first verse.
                          
"I waited for you till six in the morning, you said the party was over at 4 and no work, no calls, no text...Someones about to by my next ex next ex and I've been sitting here watching reruns, even  Betty Whites lookin at me like a bum" I smile, shaking my head, remembering how he loved golden girls when we were little.
                          
"I've called every single person I know and  I guess I don't know the one that you bonin, so what am I to do.. I'm up to here with you..I can't believe you threw it all away.." He shrugs at me.
                          
"So imma put all your shit out on the lawn, leave my heart and take your bone..there's nothing left to say so long...This is your goodbye, goodbye song..I used your pictures on the wall, you can find them in the bathroom stall. Theres nothing left to say it's all so long..This is your goodbye song...La. La. La. La. La. This is your goodbye song La. La. La. La. La." He ends the song there.
                          
"Eh..it was okay." I say.
                          
"Fine, let's see what you got." He says, standing up and switching seats with me so I'm at the piano. 
                          
*play It's not all about you- Lawrence*
                          
I start playing the keys and singing out high pitched oo's. 
                          
"I don't care about your workout routine. I don't want to list the movies you've seen.." I give him a wink, knowing he loved talking about ever movie he's watched. Like ever. 
                          
"I don't need to know you met a pop star, got a fancy new car or favorite new bar...it's not that I don't care about what you say, but it'd be nice if it didn't take the whole day.." I nod at him, making him laugh.
                          
"Cause in the end...in the end here's the truth...oh baby, baby, baby.." I sing out.
                          
"It's not all about you." I do another set of high pitches ooh's and end the song.
                          
"Yeah, so it's pretty obvious I won." He says.
                          
"I definitely won." I reply back.
                          
"No."
                          
"Yes."
                          
"No."
                          
"Yes."
                          
"No."