Over the past few months, Kylie's been acting much differently. She's wasn't as jumpy or excited as she usually was. When I saw her play her violin outside on the benches, the songs were usually kinda sad. Every time school ended, I would here the faint sound of her playing. One day, I didn't here any music, so when I decided to see what was up, I saw her looking towards the moon that was still showing in the sky.

"I wonder why the moon decides to be a rebel today," she said abruptly.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Do you ever wonder why the sun never shows its face in the night, but even after the sun comes up the moon refuses to go off the stage?"

"I never thought of it that way. Why are you so... different?"

"Hmm?" she said looking to me.

"Every single day I hear you playing sad music, you don't act all excited anymore, and here you are now sounding like some sort of philosopher."

Kylie just looked down to the concrete ground. I felt this vibe that showed she was hiding something. I pursed my lips, and I sighed. Something black caught my eye, so I turned my gaze to her violin case. It was sitting there like an unused toy.

"Mind playing something?" I blurted.

"Is there a reason?" she asked curiously.

"I haven't heard some relaxing music in a long time," I replied. "I think it would be nice to hear some again."

Kylie gave off her usual bright smile as she took her instrument out of its place. She took out her bow and put this weird yellowish-orange thing on it and tested the strings for the right intonation. After she was done doing that, she looked to me. I gave her a small smile, and she gave me one back as she started playing this peaceful piece.

It started off slow and low, and that instantly made me want to fall asleep. I took a seat next to her and leaned against the metal back of the bench. The tempo and just the pretty sound made it seem like a lullaby. I looked into the clouds, yet I still just wanted to close my eyes and get lost in the music.

I decided to, and as the wind blow my hair to the side of my face, my mind wandered off to these fun moments when I was a kid. I remembered the first time I ever met Mark. I was playing with the snow, and I decided to throw some snow at the kids in the neighborhood. He was one of them, but instead of running away he joined in. We were both only about 8 or 9 years old, and we've talked to each other ever since. Until he moved, that is....

Another memory popped up in my head. It was about when I was still playing soccer, and my dad was yelling to me:

"GO KEITH! YOU CAN DO IT!"

My mom didn't like the idea of me doing soccer, and when I was in 8th grade, she decided to drop me out. I remember being so mad at her, and I just wanted to be with my dad. I guess she wanted me to focus more on school itself, but soccer was something that made me who I was. It gave me that sense of competitiveness. If that's even a thing.

One more thing came to me. The time I first saw Sophie in the shelter. She was a white puppy with fur all fluffy, and her eyes were as big and dark as walnuts. They shone with this cute essence, and my mom finally agreed with my dad to get me her. Ever since then, she was always that light in my day.

I've realized how all of that was gone now. Too much of me was lost, and I didn't exactly have much. Sure, Mom does her best at trying to make me better, but there's no point in that. She's just... the memories are too much to handle when she's around.

I breathed in a deep breath, and I smelled this sweet scent of flowers. They reminded me of when I first found Kylie's tree house. I was amazed by the artwork and detail in the trees. Although I go lost the first time through, it was still fun to get to explore. I still can't believe Kylie made that with her dad. It seems like something from a fantasy book or something like that.

"Keith?" I heard, interrupted by my train of thought. "Did I make you fall asleep or something?

The song ended on a peaceful and soft note. I blinked my eyes open, and I groggily sat up. I still felt like I was just trying to go to sleep. The music just ended so soon.

"Sorry," I replied. "I got too into the piece. What's the song called, anyways?"

"Arirang. It's a traditional Korean piece."

"Did you get that for class or something?"

"No. My grandma taught it to me."

"Family tradition?" I asked putting my arms behind my head and leaning back again.

"My family is always the music and arts kind of family. My mom used to tell me that those things would be able to calm your mind. Let me tell you, it really did help me through times of need."

"I wish I had your family."

"How come?"

I looked to her. Her green eyes gave this flicker of wonder. I sighed and told her what had happened to me in the past. Mark moving away, my parents divorcing, Sophie dying, and even the fact that I can't seem to get myself together. It just all turned into this labyrinth of stress and confusion. When I was done telling her my story, I looked into the sky. Why did I just tell Kylie, a girl that I only knew for a few months, a story that I couldn't even confess to my own parents about?

"I guess that explains your bad mood," she said.

I gazed straight into her eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"The way you've been acting this entire year... it makes sense."

"I've never really had anyone to talk about it. I feel like I lost my chances of being someone else."

"You have your mom."

"She's not..." I sighed. "She's not exactly the most amazing help in the world. We were already on bad conditions. Her getting a divorce was like someone killing another part of me that was already injured."

"And here you are being the philosopher."

"Hey!" I said. "I might sound like it, but I'm not philosophic."

"You sure?" She was giving me a teasing face.

"I'm sure," I answered coming close to her face.

"You don't look like it," she replied, studying my face. "You look like you're just about to get busted for stealing a cookie from the cookie jar."

"Oh, c'mon! I thought I was able to grow out of that face."

Kylie started laughing, and I soon started joining in. At one point, our foreheads were leaning against each other. My eyes darted and made contact with her's. Her face turned slightly pink, and she shook her head.

"A-a-anyways," she stuttered. "I should be getting back."

She began to pack up her things and taking her backpack. Before she left, she looked to me.

"Keith?" she said.

"Yeah?"

"If you have anything on your mind you want to speak about... you can talk to me."

I felt a smile pull at the tips of my lips. I blinked quickly before answering.

"Sure... I'll be sure to do that."

"Also, another thing. I'm surprised you didn't swear this entire time."

"Heh. I guess your habits are getting to me."

Kylie gave me her shiny, toothy smile and left to her house.

A/N: Literally I looked to my docs (cuz I have this on a docs) and Coora decided to help me make this chapter. I was like "Oh.... my God I haven't worked on this in forever!" I greatly and I mean GREATLY appreciate all that she's doing for me. Wattpad should have an award for most helpful person or something on here. Let's be honest. BUT ANYWAYS! I guess I'll see you guys later! La la! <(>^_^<)> Meow~