Music is our love language

Chapter 1

Tyler's POV:

Bathroom. Bathroom floor specifically, is the only place where my anxiety eases almost instantly. I feel safe here. No more noise, drunk minors or cigarette smell. Just me and my thoughts. I hate parties from the bottom of my heart, and you may be asking 'why are u on one right now, then?' Well to be totally honest with you, and i am not even joking, i have no idea. My life is a mess, my grades are dropping radically, my parents are constantly arguing over me and i can't take it anymore. I don't even know whose party is this. Well, the only thing i am aware of right now is that they have a nice bathroom. I am slightly drunk and i don't know why am i even writing you all this. Oh, i just remembered that i forgot to introduce myself. I am Tyler. No need to know my last name, just call me Tyler. I am 17 and i love poetry. I know i am definitely not writing poetically right now, but i hope we can accept 'being slightly drunk' as an excuse. Well, I think that is all you need to know. For now at least.

As i was sitting there with my phone in one hand, bottle of cheap wine in the other, blasting my sad playlist in my earphones, crying over my pathetic life, someone suddenly opened the door. I really couldn't care less if it was some random dude from the party, but no. It was no other than the most beautiful, most handsomest boy. Of course it had to be fricking James from the school band. He wore oversized sweater, ripped black jeans and painted nails. Oh my god. I realised that i was probably staring at him too long so i wiped my tears and looked away. He caught me and chuckled a little. His smile was the cutest i have ever seen. He washed his hands and walked over to me. As i was sweating and freaking out, he sat next to me and pulled one earphone from my ear and put it in his. Lana Del Rey was playing and i thought he will leave immediately but instead he leaned over, grabbed the wine from my hand and drank almost all of it. I wasn't mad though. I mean, i had the prettiest boy right next to me, how could i be mad. We were vibing to few more songs and then he pulled the earphone from his ear. I didn't even realise but he pulled it from mine as well. He brushed hair away from my face and when i say i almost died on the spot, it is in fact true. I had to be blushing hard because a slight grin formed on his lips. ,,You have pretty good music taste, Ty. We should listen to your playlists more often,'' he standed up and walked out of the bathroom. I had to process what just happened. He. Knew. My. Name. Fricking James knows my name. And he gave me a cute nickname, too. I closed my Spotify playlist, drank rest of the wine, washed my face and just like that, i was ready to go into that crowd just to find my prince again.