The song that changed my heart

Vincent's Aprtment

Rody didn't know what he was doing. He didn't know why he was doing this. Going to Vincent's apartment without being unconscious should've felt exciting. Yet he was filled with nerves. Being with Vincent gave him those mixed feelings. Rody was constantly conflicted with his feelings when it was Vincent. He probably only had the good excuse of Vincent offering to make him food for the weekend. Even though Rody was sure he'd burn them over the weekend. Then the two arrived at the grand building Vincent's apartment was located at. The two got out and made their way inside the building. As they made it to the elevator an elderly woman walked in with them. Rody wouldn't be lying if she hadn't made him uncomfortable. He could feel her eyes on them. Almost like she was judging him. When the elevator dinged signifying they were on the second floor he felt a grip on his wrist. Not on the side with the lady, but with Vincent. As if it were a life or death situation. Vincent sprinted out with Rody being quickly dragged. He began to sprint after Vincent. Rody wanted to stop there but the two slowed down halfway down the hall. "What the hell was that for?" Rody hissed as they continued to walk down the hall. "Running away from a bitch. Trust me. First week moved in she almost beat my ass for picking up her purse after she dropped it." Vincent explained. "Ohhhhh." Rody said before his eyes landed on Vincent's hand still gripped around his wrist. Though not as tight as before. Rody could feel the butterflies brewing in his stomach again as he felt a warmth apply to his cheek, but he didn't say anything. Vincent seemed to notice and quickly let go. Rody internally whined at the loss. He wanted to keep his hand against Vincents. Though he could've sworn he saw Vincent blushing. Eventually they stopped in front of an apartment Rody recognized. Walking inside felt like deja vu as he was met with the smell of citrus and cigarettes. "Do you want anything to drink?" Vincent asked. "No thank you." Rody replied. As Vincent walked shut the door behind them. Vincent nodded as he walked back to the kitchen. While Rody took a seat on the couch. It was surprisingly more comfortable than he had expected. The room was quieter than he would like to say. The only sound being Vincent pouring something in a cup. Rody pulled his guitar out. Strumming a few notes. He looked up at the coffee table. It was cleaner than he had expected. With today's paper, a few catalogs , and a book? Rody opened it up. On it were the familiar lines of music notes. Rody looked back at his guitar. Then back to the book. Before shrugging. It wouldn't hurt. Following the notes he moved his fingers over the strings. Playing each one slowly. It sounded a bit weird but it was better than just the empty silence filling the room. He hadn't even noticed when footsteps approached him. "What are you doing?" Rody jumped and yelped before turning around to see Vincent with a cup in his hand. Vincent looked at him and then back at the open book. "It's for a cello. Not a guitar." Vincent replied. Clearly getting a rough idea what Rody was doing. "It didn't sound half bad on guitar. How about you play it?" Rody replied back. His voice came out a bit more challenging than he intended. Vincent narrowed his eyes. "Alright then." He said as he walked around to the coffee table. He snatched up the book. Rody followed his movements. Vincent placed the book on a stand before grabbing a cello, and bow. Rody walked over standing in front of Vincent as he flipped through the pages before finding one that satisfied him. As soon as he did he placed the bow over the strings and the other hand near the top. Almost immediately Vincent quickly moved the bow back and forth at almost lightning speed. High pitched notes filled the room. All forming into a beautiful melody. Rody was captivated by it. His face barely even moved away from the book. Though his face had softened greatly. He didn't look happy per say. It was more neutral. Yet it portrays a sense of calm. A calm he hadn't seen before. Yet one he was amazed by eventually the song began to slow as the notes became lower. Deep notes flooded his ears now. Almost matching his heart beat. By the time the song ended Rody was left wide eyed, and mouth agape. Vincent looked back at him and gave him a smirk. "I'll take that as a compliment." Vincent said he placed the cello back on the stand. Though before he could, Rody grabbed his arm. "Play another one."

Rody dashed into his apartment. Being careful when he placed his guitar back on the stand. He made a twirl before flopping onto the couch. His heart fluttered while a love struck grin stuck on his face. He couldn't just sit there. He quickly slid off the couch. He reached under and grabbed the binder from under the couch. Opening it quickly he grabbed the first paper and slammed it on the table. He grabbed another sheet from underneath. Jotting down the notes of the tune that had been playing in his head. After that he turned back to the words that had filled his mind not so long ago. Writing all the words that had filled his head from that day.