:Grian's p.o.v:

I drove up to the house. The sun was just starting to rise in the sky. I put my bag on the front of the truck and climbed up next to it. I pulled out my guitar and began to play.

:Sam's p.o.v:

Awoke to the sound of a guitar. I looked outside and saw the sun rising. I looked down and saw Grian. The REAL Grian. He was singing.

"Dear, I wrote you a song
Despite the fact you did me wrong
And dear, I don't know what the hell is going on with you
But something ain't right

You tell me that you love me
Then you go and leave me
Why you do this to me, baby?
I'm lovesick

I just can't eat
Just can't sleep
Can't do much of anything at all
Cause I'm sick and in love with you, dear

Dear, I wrote you this song
In hopes that you would sing along
And dear I've been working my ass off for you
Cause something ain't right

You tell me that you love me
Then you go and leave me
Why you do this to me, baby?
I'm love, ooh, ooh, sick

I just can't eat
Just can't sleep
Can't do much of anything at all
Cause I'm sick and in love, oh

You tell me that you love me
Then you go and leave me
Why you do this to me, baby?
I'm lovesick

I just can't eat
Just can't sleep
Can't do much of anything at all
Cause I'm sick and in love with you, dear

la la la la la" He sang, I found myself humming it as I ran down stairs to see him.

:Grian's p.o.v:

I heard the door open. I looked up and saw Sam walking hesitantly towards me.

"G-Grian?" I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. Just then, he turned towards the house. He was staring intensely at something, but I couldn't tell what.