"Tripp, what do you think of this chord progression?" Lyla followed up her question with a series of melodic noises from her new guitar. Tripp nodded approvingly.

"You have an idea for a new song?" he grinned.

"One should not ask questions that they already know the answer to, Mr. Odd!" Lyla smirks back.

Tripp sat down on the bed next to her and asked,"What shall be the premise, Ms. Even?" Somehow he wasn't slightly surprised when she replied,"I have this itch to write a song about friendship and how the up and downs effect-" Tripp who usually would be as caught up in a new song idea as she was, interrupted Lyla.

"Friendship?" he seemed to sigh. Lyla broke her otherwise wistful gaze off into the distance and looked at her relaxed friend beside her. "What's wrong with that?" Lyla looked at him accusingly. "Lyla, there's nothing wrong with it at all. It's just..." he trailed off. She motioned for him to continue. "We have so many songs like that... Haven't you ever thought about a romantic song?" At the mention of the word 'romantic', Lyla seemed to stiffen up. There was a short moment of silence.

"But, uh. Wh-what if we write a... romantic song, it ruins the chance we have to write about, uh, friendship?" Lyla asked, as Tripp shifted nervously.

"Well, I think as we've been friends for so long now, we're both ready for a change to romance. In the songs. The songs," Tripp finished, moving closer to his partner in crime, taking her hand. Lyla swallowed.

"I mean, I thought that maybe we've both wanted to shift our focus for a while. At least I have. Have you wanted to at all? I mean, experiment with romantic music?" Tripp said nervously. Lyla's eyes went big and she held her breath as her best friend stroked her hand. Lyla mustered up the courage she hoped she had and brought her face close to his. But not close enough apparently, because the guitar she was wearing around her neck was blocking her way.

Tripp started laughing and Lyla turned a bright pink, smacked him, and proceeded to remove her guitar.

"Ms. Even, you know I think you're absolutely lovely."

"And you, Mr. Odd, are positively impossible."

Finally, Tripp closed the distance between them with a kiss that he had hoped for since he had started writing notes to the girl. Their lips touched in a soft feel and errupted into a kiss of heat.

And in a few moments, Lyla and Tripp finally thrummed together.