It had been two weeks since the first day of school and Crisson had done nothing memorable except studying and reading a few books. He was resting in the comfort of his own room when he remembered his closer wasn't as tidy as it used to be.

He then started cleaning up, putting everything back in its place, until under all the pile of clothes, he found his old guitar. Underneath it was a box, he took it out but he wanted to check the guitar first.

It has been long since Crisson had played the guitar. He learned it for his first love. Though when he was rejected, he lost motivation and ever since then, he didn't play another song on the guitar.

When he glided his hands across the rusty strings, he felt the sense of nonstalgia and tried to play a chord to see if he still remembered. Turns out he did and played one of his old songs that he wrote.

Crisson knows how to write songs, but when he lost motivation with the guitar, he lost motivation in song writing as well.
Though he was really into poems.

He smiled remembering the times when he wrote poems and read them to his family, it was one of his precious memories.
He then went and opened the box to find all his old poems and a notebook full of his old original songs.

He thought he should get back into guitar and song writing, since he missed making music, so he went out to get a new set of guitar strings.

While he walked toward the music shop, he started wondering what kinds of songs he should make since he made alot of poetry ever since he was discouraged by the feeling of rejection.

Crisson wandered along his thoughts for far too long when he bumped into a person, it was the same person he bumped into during the first day of school.

He apologized saying he wasn't really looking where he was going.

"Well looks like it was your turn to bump into me then," The person laughed

Crisson laughed along with them.

"Well since we keep bumping into each other, I might as well introduce myself, I'm Sam. The one who's one seat away from you in class,"
Sam said holding out their hand for them to shake with a small laugh.

"Pleasure to meet you Sam, I'm Crisson though you can call me Cris," Crisson said smiling while shaking hands with them.

"Well Cris I've got to go, grocery shopping doesn't do itself you know?" Sam laughed.

"Sure, I'll see you around Sam," Cris said with a smile.

"Later Cris!" They said as they walked away waving then started jogging to the supermarket.
Cris continued to stare until they went around the corner.

When Cris went home he felt like he forgot something.
"Oh no, the strings!"
He said and rushed back out to get to the music store before it closes in time.

Seems like his encounter with Sam made him forget what he was supposed to do. Nonetheless he thought it was worthwhile.