Static Sound (Muke)

two

// two // michael //

I was thankful that I'd found someone to talk with, but it didn't change my perspective of the school. Everyday my father picked me up he would always ask how my day was, I'd say fine, he'd ask if I learned anything, I'd say no.

Every afternoon I would get home, grab a snack, and go up to my room and either finish homework or play video games- but today after school, my eye caught what was going on next door. As my dad pulled into the driveway of our house, I watched as 2 guys ran in and out of the vacant condo next door to us with furniture in hand; were we going to have new neighbours?

The one boy looked like he might've gone to uni already, but the other looked like he was around my age. I stared out my window while drinking a thing of tea I'd bought earlier. I sort of wanted to go over and greet them, but I was too scared to go and speak with them.

The last thing they brought out of truck was a huge drum set with the word 'bromance' written across the main drum, which might've been the brand or a band name or some shit. Along with the drums, the younger boy carried an acoustic guitar and an electric guitar with him into the condo next to ours.

They didn't come out of their side of the house after that, but I could hear glass breaking and wood banging through the wall. I walked downstairs and found my mum in the kitchen, cooking dinner and playing music really loudly.

"I know you call me because you got no place to gGoOOoo! If you want me cos you lonely I'll pretend you ain't hhHoOooEe!"

"Mum!" I yell over the music.

She looks at me and turns down the stereo. "What's up?" She brushes her hands off on her pants and leans on the counter.

"Have you seen the people moving in next door?"

"There are people moving in? I hadn't heard anything of it.. have you seen them?"

"Yeah, it looks like a uni student and a kid that's maybe my age."

"You should go talk to him," My mother smirks and giggles to herself. She's been like this lately, always pointing out boys to me whenever we're in public. I had come out to her and my dad a few months back, and she was the only one of the two of them who supported it.

I rolled my eyes at her and sat down. She came around the counter and stood behind me, putting her chin on my head and wrapping her arms around me. She kisses the top of my head and pats my back. "How's school going?"

"It's alright, I don't mind it." I shrug as she goes back to her original spot. Mum continues cutting up the vegetables for dinner.

"Well, dinner is going to be ready soon, go wash up."

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It was hard sleeping that night, I stayed up on my phone and scrolling through Instagram. Everyone seemed to have gotten off social media already because there was nothing more to see around 11:00. I sat up and reached over to the lamp on the desk behind me and clicked it on. I got out of bed and went to sit down in my desk, pulling my school notebook out of my desk and began writing again. Like I said before, I wasn't much of a writer, but all I could think of were these little sayings to put together to form a poem or a song. None of it even made any sense to me no matter how hard I tried to comprehend it, but I couldn't help but write it down just in case.

Around 1:00 am was when I actually started getting tired, and went back into bed to get some rest; but that's when the noise started. From then on, the new people next door has started playing music real loud. It wasn't that good, I could tell they were some band practicing on their own drum set and own guitar, and after about 15 minutes it got really annoying.

My bedroom was the only one in the house that was up against the neighbours part of the condo, and do I wouldn't doubt that my parents couldn't hear anything. I tried to cover my ears, but it was all too loud. I shoved my head underneath a few pillows but it was no use.

"Ergg!" I groaned, rolling around the bed. "Are you fucking serious?" I asked, banging on the wall.

I couldn't believe that they'd be up at this hour banging on their drums and playing guitar and whatever nonsense the day they moved in. What was their deal? I kept on hitting my face on the rim to either 1.) make it stop or 2.) give myself a concussion and/or bleed to death.

Calming myself down a bit, I kept telling myself that it'd all just be over soon.

I told myself the same thing for 2 hours.

They didn't stop.

The night was rough, my head hurt from pounding it against the bed and I was tired as hell, which is why I finally drifted off to sleep.