Kyle

Kyle was sitting in his room, playing the guitar, as always. The wind was blowing his silky red hair, and the sun was reflecting in his brown eyes, adding a beautiful sparkle to his eyes. You were going to visit him, as always for a sleepover. Now you're knocking on his door and his mother is opening the door. You're walking down a long hallway. When you reach his door, you open it and see a guy playing the guitar. After finishing playing his guitar, the guy looks at you oh, are you here already?

I'm talking to Kyle because I'm lonely.