Zustin - Tightrope

Loaded gun

I open the door to my small two room apartment and step in. "So this is my apartment, welcome. I may have a rat here somewhere just so you know."

"As a pet"? He looks at me scared.

"Yeah but not really, I found him one day and got so freaking scared and I went to buy these things to trap it in so I could put him out, but I just couldn't do it, like damn he just wanted some food why should I throw him out for that. If I could sneak in to peoples places easy to get some free food I would to. I respect him for that. Heck with the system you know. So I started feeding him instead, he comes and goes a little. And now I'm a big fan of rats, I love all animals but rats just scared me because one bit my toe when I was a kid. But yeah not anymore. His name is Bob. I haven't seen him in a week though so I hope he found a nice lady rat to settle down with somewhere, I looked for him yesterday but sometimes he leaves town I think. I don't know if he's in a gang or something because one day he came home with a scar, I hope he doesn't do illegal stuff. People know he's mine so if he wanders around in the town they usually call me and I go pick him up, but no call yet. If I get a call during sexy time I will accept it just so you know. I may be slutty mentally but first and foremost I'm a father. Anyways, I have a little place for him on my terrace, some toys and a feeding and water bowl come I'll show you." I say as I take his hand in mine and pull him towards the door that leads to my small, but very cute terrace. "I can't believe im holding your hand" I almost whisper while im taking him there.

"You talk so fucking fast." He laughs. "You are so weird. It's cute. And scary." Zayn chuckles as he continue walking around in my apartment, "I like your place, it's peaceful, and it smells good."

"Thanks it's all the dead bodies of people I invite over I have stuffed in my closet."

He looks over at me and shakes his head and let out a laugh. "You have books every fucking where. I've barley seen this many books even in a library." He states as he looks around.

"Yeah I used to borrow books before so I didn't use to have as many, but I'm not allowed to borrow books from the library anymore because sometimes I like to set the edges of the pages on fire. That's apparently not okay. And it's only been like five times where I actually set the whole book on fire, they're very sensitive. I make sure to only set fire to the edges so the book is still readable, but it's not acceptable the library lady said. First she said I wouldn't be able to come back, but I'm good at fake crying, I just think of my childhood, so I did that and she let me stay and as long as I don't burn them. I get to sit there and read at least, just not take them home. But I really do enjoy burning them so I rather buy the books so I can do whatever I want." I tell him, hoping I don't sound crazy.

But no luck, because he looks at me as if I was the craziest person alive. "Honestly I've known you for an hour and I'm not even that surprised. It's fucked up, and very scary, but yeah it fits your vibe." He laughs. "You have a piano, and a guitar. Do you play?" He looks curiously at me.

"Yes, I play violin, cello, bass, flute, clarinet and drums too. But we're not allowed to have drums in this building. I write and sing a little, not really seriously in front of many people though."

"That's fucking insane mate. Why don't you sing in front of anyone?" He looks genuinely surprised.

"I'm not very good."

"I highly doubt that, even when you were scream singing fool for you at the cafe I heard you have a good voice. Can't you play and sing something?" Zayn asks me, and I think I would rather kill myself than let the person who has the most beautiful voice in the world, hear me sing.

"Never. Are you hungry?" I ask.

"Not at all."

"Thirsty?" I try again, wanting to distract him with something at least.