I sat on Devan's porch watching him draw.

"How'd you get into drawing?"

I met Devan and his family a few weeks ago when I moved in and I became closer with Devan.

"Well ever since I was a little kid I was fascinated by my drawing, painting," responded Devan without leaving eye contact with his paper.

"That's cool. I suck at drawing."

Devan laughs, "Not everyone is good at it. Do you have any talents?"

"Hmm. I like singing!"

Devan looked up, "Really?! Sing me a song!"

"Oh I don't- I'm really shy."

"Oh come on please?" said Devan sticking his bottom lip out.

"Fine!"

I cleared my throat and started singing...

"You know what I'd do for you

I know what you'd do for me

You will see

The truth in me

Maybe I'm a fool

Maybe I'm a fool for you

Maybe I'm a fool

Maybe I'm a fool for you

Feelin' lonely in this room since I was seventeen

Thought this bottle was supposed to drown my memory

But I'm still swimmin' in your vision and it's temptin' me

But next time that I call I'm hopin' that you answer me

Maybe I'm a fool

Maybe I'm a fool for you

Maybe I'm a fool

Maybe I'm a fool for you."

I stopped and blushed.

"W-wow! (Y/n) you can sing!" said Devan clapping.

"Thank you. I didn't sing all of it because I got nervous."

"It's okay. Have you thought about singing and posting it on YouTube?" asked Devan

"Yeah but I feel people will judge."

"People will always judge but I know there's going to be people who love your singing!" replied Devan

"I guess I should film myself then."