"I'm not hard to break. I'm real. I may look like a guy that plays with every girl he can find and he finds attractive, the type of guy that always likes to be the one to get all the attention, or the lonely guy who needs friends because he comes from an evil family. I'm the real thing, there's nothing more real then me. And I prefer to tell you that I don't like you then use you and tomorrow you'll be going back to your home alone because I won't be caring. Do you prefer that? 'Cause I can do that. Just say it."
He wasn't mad or anything, in fact he was really relaxed but, in his opinion it seemed like she was insinuating he was lying to her when he told her that he didn't like her. He didn't, it was true, he simply felt slight feelings for him, but he could notice she did like him, though she decided not to let anything about it slip, she probably thought he'd even be more cocky. He felt her fingers run through his and then he let his hand go of hers. He picked up his guitar that was placed on the ground next to him and started to play a music, real calmly.
"Baby, I love you, I never want to let you go, The more I think about, The more I want to let you know... , That everything you do, Is super F***' cute, And I can't stand it."