The Ghøst in Apartment Twenty Øne

4- The Scent of Coffee

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Around ten the next morning, Tyler woke up. I watched as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, which were now surrounded by dark circles due to his lack of rest. I had spent all night thinking of ways to keep Blurryface from showing up, but was drawing blank.

I knew nothing about him, or any of this. All I knew for sure is that I was scared for Tyler.

Speaking of Tyler, he had gotten out of the bed and walked through me, but I was too busy thinking to notice until he was already inside me, which is a really weird statement to say out of context.

I looked back and saw him shiver and I reminded myself that I needed to be more careful where I stand. I heard the shower turn on and a few moments later I saw wisps of steam curl out from under the bathroom door. His shower was short, and in no time he was in the kitchen making coffee and getting a granola bar from the pantry.

Taking both of these things back to the bedroom, he took a seat at his desk in the corner of the room. He pulled up a word document, and when I walked closer I saw what I think are lyrics to a song. I have yet to hear Tyler sing or play anything, so I got a little excited.

Rolling his chair over to the other end of the desk, Tyler turned on his little electric piano and adjusted the volume and settings. He quickly played the intro of Welcome to the Black Parade to check and see if the settings were to his liking before stopping and grabbing a little notebook that was next to the keyboard. He flipped to a page that had the word "Goner" written along the top, same as the lyric sheet on the computer.

He started to play, and instantly I was pulled in. I wasn't paying attention to anything else except Tyler. After a few bars, he started to sing and that was when my fascination with this boy transformed into something more.

His voice was a perfect mixture of high and low, and the longer the song went on, the better I could hear the amount of emotion he was able to place with every single word. His facial expressions were my favorite part. He was so absorbed in his world he had created, that nothing else seemed to matter to him. By the end of the song, I was in a stunned silence. He was absolute perfection.

Tyler continued writing and working on his songs up until the time he had to leave to go work. The whole time he played, I watched and listened in admiration and jealousy. I wasn't even half as good as he is. His voice could either be the happiest thing you've ever heard, or the most haunting, but both were equally beautiful.

Today he wore black skinny jeans, a pastel multi-colored shirt, and a black hoodie to work. After he left the apartment I heaved out a sigh.

What do I do now? I turned around and went into Tyler's bedroom and turned on his computer. I found where he keeps all of his own songs and clicked play. Each one was unique and perfect. There was a mix of ballads and raps, and I've never appreciated a ukulele more. He was seriously talented.

That's all I did for a couple hours before I decided to take a break. I turned his computer back off and went back down the hallway. I was going to turn on the TV, but when I rounded the corner, what I saw made me let out the highest pitched scream ever and fell back onto the floor.

In front of me was a short guy with dirty blonde hair, a black fedora, and thick-framed glasses. Standing next to him was a slightly taller guy with bleach blonde hair and tan skin.