It was quarter to one (in the morning of course). That time of the day, some people prefer getting wasted and some others would prefer sleep. But I can't fall asleep because I am thinking about the fight I had with Alex a few minutes ago. I was so argumentative. So was he. I feel pity about it but I won't open the door. I'll simply won't.
"Y/N open the door!" he yelled while he was standing in front of the closed door. "I want to take a piss"
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"Piss yourself!" I hissed from my bed and wrapped myself around the white sheets.
Suddenly I heard someone strumming a guitar while singing a few words. I got up and followed the sound. It lead me to the door and put my ear on the wooden surface to hear it better. It didn't took too much time to realise that it was Alex's voice. I sat down the floor, with my ear stuck to the door and started processing the melody. God, his singing voice is torture sometimes -don't get me wrong, he's a great singer but I'm furious right now.
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"She's Thunderstorms?" I asked.
"Yeah" he replied. "You are good at recognising tunes. You want more?"
"Play something from the Glastonbury setlist" I said. Then, he played a few other tunes such as Fluorescent Adolescent, Brick By Brick, I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor ,When The Sun Goes Down, A Certain Romance, 505, Old Yellow Bricks, Mardy Bum, Do I Wanna Know and many others included to the setlist.
"May I get in?" Alex asked after finishing his recital.
"No. There's a password" I replied.
"Password? What password? I just wanna hear you saying you got me baby, R U mine?" he said singing.
I stood up, grabbed the keys from the table and opened the door. We stared at each other for a while. Our eyes were red from crying and our faces were full of tears and red from the tension.
"Ugh. Get in" I ordered. He got inside and I locked the door. But he was still holding his guitar as if he had one last song on the list waiting to be sung.
