Miguel was feeling kinda down, uh, correction, very down. his handmade guitar is broken..thanks to his great..great? (lost count-) grandma. so he decided to go for the person he trust the most, you! his best friend! i mean, you wouldn't mind having a twelve y/o rambling about his problems right?

—— timeskip

Miguel was over at your place, you two were sitting on the couch as he yapped and yapped endlessly. i mean..the teenager is being held down from his dream, which can be so close because already do good at playing the guitar, but he can't because of his family's stupid rules.. it's like a bittersweet taste.

—"i don't even see the use of trying anymore, they say "family" this, "family" that but they don't stand with me!"

the teenager pouted, arms crossed to chest as he crossed his legs too. even after yapping shit he still isn't calm.. Teenagers.