Static Sound (Muke)

four

// four // michael //

Luke, Calum, and I had become great friends after a month. We talked to each other everyday at school and sat in the same spot for lunch and soon knew everything there was to know about each other.

One night at home, I was writing songs again up until midnight. I'd fallen asleep at my desk with my arms folded and my head resting on top, drooling down my elbow. I was startled awake by the music again, which had gone on every single night since Luke and his stepbrother moved in.

I'd gotten close to Luke and all, but it didn't change the fact that he was still pretty irritating and I couldn't take the music any longer. I got up and out of my desk and put on a jacket. I was going to go and finally tell Luke and his 'band' to let me sleep for once. I hadn't had a good nights sleep for a little over a month, and I was officially over it.

I opened up my door and closed it slowly, praying to God my parents didn't hear me getting up. I made it down the stairs okay, and figured I was too far away from their bedroom for them to hear me leaving out the front door.

Outside was very chilly and I began shivering as I walked down the driveway and across the path to his house. I was scared as hell to speak with him, because I didn't think he knew that I was his neighbour, and I also felt like a bother this late at night. I just really wanted to sleep again.

I eventually forced myself to reach out and knock on the door.

I waited for awhile and still no answer, just music. So I rang the door bell, pushing down on it twice, and in only a few seconds everything stops. I hear someones voice that definitely isn't Luke's yell out, "What the hell was that?"

My fingers played with the loose thread on my jacket and I tapped my foot nervously. There was loud pattering that sounded like running down the stairs, then a noise of locks clicking because whoever was answering the door couldn't seem to figure it out.

Soon enough, the door shot open and a messy haired Luke stood before me. He wasn't wearing a top, just a pair of ripped jeans that were obviously too big for him. He had an electric guitar slung around his back and a worn out guitar pic between his teeth like a cigarette.

"Michael!" He looks happy to see me. Luke takes the guitar pic out of his mouth and smiles at me. "Where did you come from?"

"Hi, Luke. I uhm, I live next door, and ever since you've moved in, the music y-you play is sorta, uhm, loud, not that it's bad music, it's great r-really, but I was hoping you could quiet down a little?" I was so nerve-wrecked and scared for him to come after me, because I'd only known him for a month and I didn't want him to hate me, because I couldn't afford to loose a friend in the place I'm in.

Luke smiles at the ground and shakes his head. He looks back up at me and boops my nose. "Oh, Michael."

"Is that a yes?" I shot him a really confused look, messing with my hair nervously.

"Uhm.. No. But why don't you come in?"

"Oh no, no, I got to get back to sleep.." But he wouldn't let me leave, he just took my arm and lead him into his house. It had a high ceiling with a staircase directly in front of the front entrance, and a ton of band posters surrounding the walls. I didn't know who the bands were, but the members were all covered in tattoos and piercings and dyed their hair various colours. Luke shut the door behind me and grabbed my arm to take me up the stairs.

I was nervous about going wherever he was taking me, but I went along anyway, just because if I didn't I might loose his friendship or something.

"Who was at the door, Luke?" A voice from a bedroom across the hall yells.