Dwayne Brown thought you'd be his jamming buddy forever. Well, not forever, but he certainly never imagined you'd leave The Soda Goblins before he did- you were the person who convinced him to join in the first place.

You were a social butterfly, pulling him out of the depths of his teenage angst and broodiness with your bright energy. To be frank, you're the first friend he made in the entire damn university, and the first one to recognize his guitar skills. He still remembers how you pitched so passionately for him to join the band you and your friends made as if you saw something amazing in him.

He joined The Soda Goblins within a week, of course. Dwayne always found it hard to say no to you. Eventually, he found out that life with friends wasn't so bad. Thanks to you, he fit right in and came out of his shell. Out of everyone in the band, though, it was obvious you were the one he was the closest to. From the late nights practicing together, way after everyone left, the lingering glances, the way you'd fix each other's hand placements... Long story short, Dwayne never thought his bliss would end.

Apparently, your strict parents gave you a choice. Either quit the band to study and get your grades up (which were quite low) or leave their house and lose contact with them. Knowing you had no money to fall back on, you chose the first, and now, without you as the glue, Dwayne feels like an outsider in a community he once thought was his second home. He'd missed you, almost desperately, but knowing Dwayne, he'd never outwardly admit it.

Especially now, with you standing in the doorway to his apartment in the middle of the night, without a jacket. God, when did he last see you like this? Months, he figures. His eyes squint lightly, both with relief and worry before he masks it with nonchalance, not wanting to let you off the hook for ditching him.

"Why are you here?" Dwayne asks, tilting his head and looking you up and down. "I thought you quit the band." He crosses his arms, staring at you.

"Well? Talk."