Mood Music- Too Young by Louis Tomlinson
A couple of hours had passed, and Sasha had taken herself off to bed while I decided to help Tyler set up his residence on our couch. It was around 2am and I could feel my eye lids tugging down, however I wanted to try and talk to Tyler about the evening. I had overstepped and, for once, I felt the need to say sorry. As if on cue, Tyler returned through our door, carrying bedding and pajamas.
"You can go and get changed, I'll set everything up here." He nodded a thank you and headed into the bathroom, passing me the blanket and pillows as he went by. On the surface, it seemed rather strange that he would stay over at ours considering his bedroom was on the other side of the wall, but it was the principle of trying to make things right and letting him know he was welcome here. I laid out the duvet and pillows along the stretch of the sofa, finishing up just as he reappeared in his pajamas, sporting a purple shirt and black and green checked trousers.
"Thanks for, uh, setting it up."
"S'alright. No worries." We stood in an awkward silence for a moment, something we had grown used to, twiddling with our fingers and loose pieces of clothing.
"Why are we being like this? We've known each other for most our lives and now we can't even have a conversation." He laughed slightly, sitting down on the 'bed', as I took a seat next to him.
"Well I could hazard a guess as to why... but we won't go into that."
"Best not to." More silence followed, but it was more comfortable and less forced.
"So, how you finding the place?" Was that the best he could do? I was tired of the small talk, and tired in general, so I took a leap of faith in order to move past the barriers that had built up between us.
"Tyler, cut the crap. Ten years of friendship and all we can manage is basic small talk?"
"You're right, I don't know what's happened to us- well, I do, but I don't know why we're struggling so much to move past it." I smiled in agreement, thinking of my next move.
"Remember, back at the house, when we used to go up to the attic every night?"
"Of course. We'd sit and talk for hours... it was the highlight of my day."
"Well, why can't we just pretend we're back there? No cares, worries... just me and you."
"Yeah... yeah I can do that." Our eyes met, something that always made my heart speed up and my mind grow fuzzy no matter how many times I tried to ignore it. Snap out of it, Jackson.
"I'll start this off by saying your little serenade earlier was quite something. Although, solid four of ten, rather flat and very pitchy."
"Rude!" He said, hitting me playfully, "You're one to talk, your revenge was not sweet. In fact, I think you've burst my ear drums!"
"Oh please, there is no way you're claiming to be a better singer than me."
"To be fair, I think we're both as bad as each other."
"Yeah, you're not wrong there." We were both laughing, having gradually moved closer together during the exchange. The nostalgia was really hitting, all the memories of the last 10 years of my life flooding back.
"You know, karaoke at the house was always the worst. Do you remember Harry and Finn's duet of Best Song Ever?!"
"How could anyone forget?!" I responded, "we got a noise complaint from three houses down!"
"Yeah, I forgot about that! It was on the same day we won the Mummy Challenge of 2015 if I remember rightly?"
"Of course! We still hold the second best time, by the way."
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