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"Hmph," the male would speak, before he'd turn around to walk towards his room, realizing he had left his phone in it he'd pick it up to see a few messages from his siblings and his friends. Turning it over he'd flop onto the bed. A loud sigh escaped his lips, he wasn't going to make it through this. There was so much more he wanted to let out, so much fucking anger. So much little irritations that had piled up. But he couldn't express it unless it was through one way. He'd make a movement to get his guitar and move over to the small chair in his room.
Taking out his guitar pick, he would begin to strum absently before he began to play a specific song. "For all the times that you've rained on my parade, and all the clubs you get in using my name," he'd begin to sing. A song he used the last talent-show their school had and had won. He used it as a way to describe his feelings towards the other male, he would just continue to play it humming along.