Apartment 207

Chapter 6:

Chapter 6:
(Josh's Pov)

I woke up to the crisp sunlight, shining brighter than it usually does. I couldn't stop thinking about the conversation me and Tyler had.

we talked for at least a half an hour straight, maybe an hour.

I couldn't resist the urge to smile and laugh after Tyler asked me to go somewhere with him. He claims he's surprising me with where he is taking me, except he isn't driving me. He told me the directions and not to look until I started to leave.

It almost like last night never happened, like it was all forgotten, left behind maybe. It's almost like this has happened before and he is used to it.

Of course I'm still worried about him, and he really shouldn't be alone until he is emotionally stable.

but he needs his space, considering he's practically a stranger and I slept over without asking, and he kinda woke up half naked.

I lazily prop myself up out of my warm bed, and go straight to my closet.

"Great, What do I wear? I don't even know where he's taking me." I mumble to myself quietly.

I chose to go casual, black and white high top vans, a red shirt, and black skinny jeans.

i look at my outfit I had layed out and shrug, it wasn't that intimidating. I don't want it to seem like I tried to hard though.

I brush my teeth, and grab a quick bite from the kitchen. I grab my coffee and my keys and get into my car.

The lights are off at tylers apartment; did he already leave?

I put in the directions into google maps and see it's a music store? what the hell?

I ignore the weird fact that he's taking me to a music store and drive.

I day dream about how odly good Tyler looked when he woke up, but of course I remember how stupid I looked when he was practically naked. that was so awkward.

as I turn down the last street, a thought passed in my head.

music store. why a music store. there has got to be a reason.

and the thought bolted into my head. I remember him bringing up that music has been the biggest impact on his life and would die without it. I chuckled under my breathe.

it's almost like a puzzle;he wants me to think.