You and Dylan are pretty much best friends. You've been friends for quite a while actually, but you've both also gained feelings for each other. He's in a band called "Wallows". He was supposed to write a song with his bandmates but they cancelled and he took matters into his own hands. You came over to give him company, (and also because you have nothing else to do). So you're laying in his bed and he's sitting at his desk chair, tuning his guitar.

Dylan: He glances at you for a quick second and smiles to himself. "You want to help?"